Chapter Forty-Four: Interlocking Rhythms (Part One)

Time rewound to twenty minutes earlier.

Watching the boy named Malin leave with others, Sara finally let out a sigh of relief.

The third daughter of the House of Brice had never feared a person like she did today; that boy named Malin Gaiate indeed discarded his glove with murderous intent.

She could feel it—the murderous intent swirling in the eyes of that tiny human figure when he tore off the lamp post.

It was a determination that if she dared to brandish a weapon, he would surely deliver a deadly blow.

So, Sara knelt very thoroughly and once again confirmed—not all rumors are true, but the rumors about this little guy were all indeed factual.

The lamp post was made of solid wrought iron, and that little thing tore it down with one hand; Sara felt as if her own giant bloodline was a farce, she couldn't tear down a lamp post with one hand, let alone two. He truly lived up to the expectations of the esteemed Mr. Hoffman.

And to be honest... Malin was just so adorable.