Aftermath of Cattleya's Kidnapping

"Then, who might you be?"

In the Cromwell mansion, Patrick Cromwell sat in his private office, his fingers intertwined as he studied the young man standing before him. The man bore the likeness of Leon Cromwell—aa disguise crafted by Ivan from Yvan's face. Yet Patrick knew the figure in front of him was no Leon, nor was it Ivan.

Still, Patrick played along, adhering to the script Ivan had laid out. He remained patient—until now.

The imposter sighed, then reached up to tear away his false visage. Beneath the mask was a pale, grey-skinned face with crimson eyes with vertical slits. A demon.

It was Gorn.

"You don't seem surprised." Gorn tilted his head, genuinely taken aback by Patrick's composure.

"Don't underestimate me," Patrick replied. "The moment you touched me, I felt it. And, for reasons unknown, you bear His Eminence's Stigma..."