Winter Isn't Over

Apparently, a dozen or so gold-ranked knights couldn't stop him in his blood shura state, and Asher figured that out two nights ago.

The only thing Asher remembered from that night was when he found himself pointing a sword toward Kelvin.

Every other person was knocked out but not killed. It seemed like even when he was an emotionless shura, he could vaguely determine between enemies and allies, but if there was one thing he had discovered, it was that cutting himself or relying on his blood shura state was a big mistake.

It was too dangerous to be controlled.

It could only be his last card.

Asher sat in his study, reading quietly as he had been doing for two days now, when someone knocked at his door.

"Your Lordship." 

Kelvin's voice rang.

"Come in."

Kelvin opened the door and walked in. "We have set up the apothecary shop, and the man is still waiting for your arrival."