Novels by baegeneral2019

The mansion stood in complete darkness, hidden beneath the thick shadows of the surrounding trees. Not even the faintest ray of moonlight found its way through its heavily tinted windows. The entire building carried an unsettling atmosphere, one that made the air feel unusually heavy, as though something ancient and sinister had taken residence within its walls.Deep inside the mansion was a large room illuminated by several burning candles. Strange symbols had been drawn across the walls, while ancient inscriptions covered the floor. Shelves lined one side of the room, carrying strange-looking bottles, animal bones, dried herbs, carved wooden objects, and several mysterious accessories whose purposes were difficult to decipher.At the center of the room stood four ancient-looking men.They were dressed entirely in white, from their flowing white garments to the pieces of white cloth wrapped around their waists. Their appearances were almost identical in their eeriness. Each had a bal

Stephanie leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. Marcus's calm attitude was beginning to frustrate her.His explanation sounded reasonable, and despite her suspicions, she found herself reconsidering what she had witnessed.She remembered the day they had encountered some thugs on the street. Marcus had appeared frightened and helpless. He hadn't fought back or even attempted to defend himself. He had simply stood there, looking completely out of his depth.How could someone who behaved that way possess the kind of combat ability she was investigating?She studied him for a moment before speaking."Looking at you now and remembering how you reacted when those thugs cornered us, I find it difficult to believe you could have defeated that fugitive," she admitted. "You looked terrified that day. You barely knew what to do."Marcus rested his hands on the table."You're reading too much into things, Stephanie," he replied. "I think you're trying to connect events that have nothing

For a moment, Mr. Zarachi thought he had heard incorrectly.He stared at Raymond, completely unable to believe that someone was ordering him to lie on the floor of his own living room.“What... what did you just say?” he asked, his voice trembling.Raymond looked at him without changing his expression.“I said you should lie down.”Mr. Zarachi's lips parted, but no words came out immediately.He glanced toward Mr. Ben, hoping the powerful man would explain what was happening or perhaps step forward to defend him.However, the moment Mr. Ben noticed that he was still standing, his expression changed completely.“Didn't you hear what Master Raymond just told you?” Mr. Ben shouted angrily.Mr. Zarachi flinched.“Mr. Ben, I... I don't understand what's happening. Why should I—”“Shut your mouth and lie down!” Mr. Ben interrupted, his voice rising even higher.The sudden outburst frightened everyone.Mr. Ben pointed at the floor.“Master Raymond has given you an instruction, and instead of

Stephanie leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. Marcus's calm attitude was beginning to frustrate her.His explanation sounded reasonable, and despite her suspicions, she found herself reconsidering what she had witnessed.She remembered the day they had encountered some thugs on the street. Marcus had appeared frightened and helpless. He hadn't fought back or even attempted to defend himself. He had simply stood there, looking completely out of his depth.How could someone who behaved that way possess the kind of combat ability she was investigating?She studied him for a moment before speaking."Looking at you now and remembering how you reacted when those thugs cornered us, I find it difficult to believe you could have defeated that fugitive," she admitted. "You looked terrified that day. You barely knew what to do."Marcus rested his hands on the table."You're reading too much into things, Stephanie," he replied. "I think you're trying to connect events that have nothing

The private study was quiet, but the tension between Stephanie and Marcus made the silence uncomfortable. Stephanie sat across from him, her eyes fixed on his face. "Before I lost consciousness that night, I heard your voice. I also saw you standing there." Marcus remained calm. A slight change crossed his expression, but it disappeared almost immediately. He said nothing, waiting for her to continue. "And my partner," Stephanie added, leaning forward. "He was highly trained and had years of experience in the field. Yet he couldn't get close enough to defeat that fugitive. He fought with everything he had, but the man was simply too strong. I witnessed the entire thing." Her fingers tightened against the desk. Marcus tilted his head, a faint smile appearing on his face. He seemed unconcerned by her accusations, but his thoughts were moving quickly. *She remembers more than I expected. How much has she discovered?* "And yet, when I woke up, I was told that my partner had defeate

The low lighting of the private dining room cast long shadows across the table as Stephanie fixed her gaze on Marcus, her voice dropping into a register that left no room for evasion.“Before I passed out that night,” she began, her words deliberate and measured, “I heard your voice. And I saw you standing right there.”Marcus maintained a mask of total indifference, though he caught the microscopic shift in her posture. He kept his silence, locking his features into place while his mind raced behind the barrier of his calm exterior. She remembers far too much, he thought. How much of the puzzle has she actually managed to piece together?“And my partner,” Stephanie continued, her tone sharpening with frustration. “The man they sent into that courtyard—strong, skilled, and rigorously trained as he was—even he struggled to land a single blow on that assassin. He fought with everything he had, but that attacker was on another level entirely. I saw it with my own eyes.” Her voice tighten