1 The End of a Life

In the Grand Hall, two silhouettes stood as an argument came to an end.

"My Lord, we were left here by his majesty to guide you to your rightful position. As such I cannot and will not stand by and watch as you waste away your Divinity."

"Father did leave you to take care of me but what we're his exact orders."

A bitter voice replied, "We were to follow you're instructions as the new owner of the 'Manor', my Lord."

"Indeed. Now, I have chosen him for his blood, not because of any talents he may have."

"Its blood ?" "My Lord what bloodline talents could a mere mortal have which could catch your eye."

'The Old Master's project is full of supernaturals, each more powerful than the last. From those dogs and leeches to those rock guardians of nature. They are surely much better picks than a mere mortal.'

"I have searched its entire lifetime and have not found any evidence of abilities of any sort, especially none comparable to any supernatural."

"As such, why don't we choose from 'Journey', My Lord."

"Trust in me, Avid. We may be half-divine however we can still be killed, as such, we need powerful subjects and at this point every supernatural creatures' weaknesses are known."

The Manor Lord's voice turned dark," Especially after the Blood Moons of '59."

Avid lowered his head.

"It has been nearly four hundred years and we still have not recovered."

"He is a descendant of uncle."

"But my Lord, I thought Lord Ravel had no descendants."

He did, however, it was hidden by his request."

"This mortal has a much higher blood purity than expected, he is at least a third-generation descendant."

"He could be the key to fully recovering and slaughtering all those hyenas.

"Avid?"

"Yes My Lord."

"Let's get going shall we."

"Of course, My Lord."

'Eurach would not lie to me, would he? Let's see just how far this mortal will reach.'

The Manor Lord stood up and walked with Avid to the Edge. With a wave of his hands, the void blurred as reality was bent to the will of the Manor Lord yet again.

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"Mnh?"

"Ah hello Dontae, how are you feeling."

"Mnh?!"

"Confused are you, how about we solve that."

"I am White Suit, an agent of the Secret Organization, and a professional contract killer."

"Mnh!!" Dontae struggled with all his might to free himself but alas that was bound to fail.

"You may be wondering why I am telling you this but, truth to be told, I was bored. Compared to my other contracts taking you down was almost child's play."

'Now that I think about, how in the world does a normal 'untouched' man end up as one of my contracts.'

"Since I've finished my little monologue, how about I remove that little toy."

As the ball gag was removed from his mouth, Dontae reveled in his refound ability to speak.

"Where am I?" "Why have you taken me?" "Please don't kill me."

"Well, Mr. Smith, we are currently in a place known as 'Riverton' in your hometown and I have to say, it's quite filthy.

"I have taken you because I wish to ask you a question. How did a completely ordinary man end up as one of my contracts?"

"How am I supposed to know the answer to that!"

"You truly do not know."

"I don't!"

The contract killer stood up and condemned Dontae to his fate.

"Then I suppose you're truly useless to me."

"Wai-!"

"*bang!!*"