"You still haven't figured out anything?" Atrox asked.
It had been five days since the Young Master of the Akatsuki arrived.
Valtor shook his head. "No, my lord. So far, all he did was find a way to piss off anyone that came into his line of sight. And that Master Knight of his... it's wrong."
Atrox nodded. He'd observed the Young Master secretly himself, and the man had a very foul mouth. It was surprising he managed to live that long.
And the way he dragged that woman around, the way there was no hint of a smile in her eyes. It was as if a candle had been put out.
Atrox was in the study of the Clan leader. It was a very big one. The walls were made of shimmering stones that sparked with their light, while some parts of the wall had been cut into shelves.
"So we still don't know their motive. We have to fix that. I will meet him."
Valtor hesitated. "Are you sure?"
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