Hmm! Hmm!
A sharp groan echoed softly inside the chamber. Lying on the ground was the Slave Trade Guild Captain.
Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and blood dripped down from the corner of her mouth.
Her previous beauty and calm smile were long gone. She gritted her teeth, trying to contain her pain, but she found it impossible.
She glared at the silver haired, blue eyed young man seated before her, and her heart trembled.
She wanted to threaten him with her guild's power but realized that would be ineffective.
She wanted to plead for her life, but once again, she realized the Grim Reaper was not someone who let his emotions control him.
Most of his enemies died ghastly deaths. Emotion and manipulation did not work on him.
This had been confirmed in many of their guild reports.
Many even believed he was no longer human and perhaps had turned himself into an undead.
