Maxwell remained standing atop the ruined cliff while the cold wind passed around him endlessly.
His chest rose and fell slowly.
The violent fury inside him gradually calmed little by little.
Not completely.
Never completely.
But enough for his thoughts to become clearer again.
The dragon aura surrounding his body slowly weakened while the golden scales on his skin disappeared one after another.
Then—
He exhaled deeply.
His eyes no longer looked as chaotic as before.
Because once the rage settled slightly—
His mind naturally began recalling everything again carefully.
Every detail.
Every conversation.
Every clue.
Especially the things his master repeatedly analyzed before dying.
Maxwell slowly looked toward the distant horizon.
"The truth…"
He muttered quietly.
"We were never fully certain."
That was the reality.
Neither he nor his master ever truly confirmed the relationship between that unknown terrifying human and the young master of the Valmont Family.
