With a crashing sound, the table shattered into pieces as Arke's hand slammed down. Frustration, anger, and fear coursed through him, making him want to shatter everything he could see.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he began planning.
The most important thing was finding that kid, but no matter how many times he searched the city, he couldn't find him. Well, he did find a kid, but he was a beggar with different eye color and slightly taller than the Leone heir he threw in the alley. He didn't actually memorize the kid's face, as he felt the task was too easy and didn't believe a kid could survive. Arke expected the heir to starve to death or be used as a slave by a slave trader. So what's the point of finding him? It's basically the same as him already being dead.
Suddenly, he recalled the old butler's words. "A competition? Bel is also after the kid? Why?"