What followed was an explosive sound as well as clouds of billowing black smoke! Due to the sudden impact, everyone on the truck was knocked to the floor. As for the old man, since his head had collided against the steering wheel, his forehead was now covered in blood… Even so, Lyndon remained completely unharmed! When the old man realized that, he wondered whether he had just rammed into a man or a mountain! Before the old man could react, however, he heard Lyndon say, “What a sly one you are… To think that you’d be able to deceive a person who’s lived for hundreds of years!” After he said that, Lyndon easily got into the truck… and within a minute, he had fished out everyone inside! His eyes now widened, the old man couldn’t help but whimper, “Who… who are you people…? Are you ghosts or something…?!” “Cut the cr*p, old man! Or should I say, Marcel?!” growled Lyndon as he grabbed the old man by the collar. “T-there’s no way I could be Chairman Lurvink…! As I said, we still hav

“Indeed… You know, at the start, she swore that she’d never get married till the day she got her revenge. Still… love isn’t exactly something we can freely control… I’m sure you’re aware that we were in a relationship back when we were still studying, right, professor? Though I love her to bits, had I known that our love would bring this much trouble to our child, I’d have rather died than continue being in that relationship with her!” replied Marcel in a slightly remorseful tone as he recalled his past. “…I’m assuming you said that since you eventually found out that the child would die by the age of ten if she failed to avenge her family and obtain a Divine Fruit? I’m guessing you’re also worried that through her child’s death, Phoebe’s identity could potentially be exposed to her enemies… Did I get that right?” asked Gerald after taking a deep breath. “Bingo. Truth be told, it wasn’t really a big problem when we found out that she had gotten pregnant back in university. However,

“I am! I learned that it was here through the news!” replied Marcel. “…The news? Then, the pills have already been taken…?” asked the professor, his eyes now widened. “Not exactly… For context, there’s a large family here that goes by the surname of Zandt. About two months ago, Freyr—the patriarch of the Zandt family—suddenly fell sick and the media reported his symptoms… Symptoms that were identical to what one would experience from a Yinblood pellet infestation! Though others say he’s poisoned, I know for a fact that he just doesn’t have access to Yangblood pellets!” explained Marcel. “Either way, after finding out about that, I began doing some investigating and eventually discovered that he and his family had entered the tomb of a general sometime back. There, he had come across a headless general, and many Zandts were seriously injured by it. Since they were so keen on defeating it, I’m assuming they were after Yinblood pellets that were hidden within the headless general’s

“Your injuries are getting worse, Master… Should I get some holy medicine from the secret chamber for you…?” asked Fifth Mistress. “Do you think you can just waltz in there?!” retorted Freyr. “I-I’m sorry…! I was so worried that I ended up forgetting the rules…!” whimpered the trembling Fifth Mistress. “…Bah! Forget it! You’re just being concerned for me, so I don’t blame you. That aside, the holy medicine made by Master Trilight is really potent… I just took it yesterday, so if I take it again today, I’ll surely explode!” explained Freyr while shaking his head. “That aside, I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that the secret chamber holds our family’s greatest secret. With that said, if you bring this up again, don’t blame me for punishing you according to our family’s rules! Either way, you can all leave now. I have something to discuss with the young mistresses later,” scoffed Freyer as he waved his hand. “Very well,” replied all three of them—including Gerald—as they exit

Whatever the case was, Gerald quickly began devising a plan. From what he could tell, neither Freyr nor Elain were going to be easy to deal with. That left only Fae… Smirking as he came up with a plan, Gerald then muttered, “With how much of a brat you’ve been, I was already planning to teach you a lesson… Unfortunately for you, I’m going to have to go all…!” Fast forward to later that night, Gerald headed to Freyr’s room to eavesdrop on the old man’s conversation with his daughters and senior family members… Freyr himself coughed loudly before asking, “Why isn’t your sister here yet…?” “She’s in her room throwing a tantrum for no reason…” replied Elain. “…Well, I suppose it’s better for her not to know about such things… Either way, what did you master say, Elain? Was he mad because of my recklessness?” asked Freyr. “Very. After all, not only did you nearly die in the general’s tomb, but you almost ruined his plans as well!” replied Elain as she shook her head. Sighing i