403 Don’t…Leave…Me, Please…

Of course, Draven has no intention of killing himself.

Old Master Lenort nodded his head. "Of course. You know that I'm someone who always stands on his word."

"Okay, then." Draven agreed.

Valentine widened his eyes at him. "D-Draven…"

Avelina, whose heart was beating right out of her chest, widened her eyes and struggled to free herself from the two men. "Draven! Draven, please don't do it. Please, I beg you!! Please, listen to me, dont—"

Old master, who was irritated by her constant rambling, appeared before her in the blink of an eye and slapped her across the face.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut!"

Draven eyes flew wide and in an instant, he appeared before Old Master Lenort, about to grip him by the throat, but just then, it struck him.

A painful sensation that sent an agonizing pain shooting through his entire body. Draven quickly dropped to his knees, spurting out the mouthful of blood that had built up in his throat.