CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE “No way! That’s suicidal! I am sure he is not going to even give me the chance to explain before drawing his sword.” Marcus dissuaded himself from harboring the thoughts that crept into his mind, but each time he went away from it, something else dragged him back to it as though it was the last resort he had. “This isn’t going to work.” He grunted in a little frustration while he thought about the idea that lingered in his mind. He looked around for a while, and when it seemed like no one was watching him, he sneaked through one of the alleys close to him and moved toward the back of the diner. He sighted a piece of cloth on the floor, and after he had taken a close look at it, he quickly grabbed it, and wrapped it around his head, covering some part of his face. “This is the worst idea I have ever had…” He whispered as the only thing leading him to continue with his crazy idea was the little courage he had which was the only thing that refused to fail him at t

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE “I don’t know how else I am supposed to convince you that I am telling the truth, General. Think about it…I was given a room far away from the Royal Chambers which I am sure is heavily guarded by your men who must have been careless to allow someone to go into the King’s Chambers. There was no way I would have gone back instantly to the Royal Chambers without being seen. I don’t even know where the King’s Chambers is located!” Gradually, Lord Stephan began to see sense in what Marcus was saying even though he was still visibly angry about their first encounter and desperately wanted to regain his ego. “I know that somewhere within you, you know that I am telling the truth. Angus cannot be trusted, he is working hand-in-hand with a dangerous group. They call themselves the Shadows of The Undead!” “Shadows of The Undead? What does that mean?” “I don’t know, General. That was what Angus said to me. They were after something very powerful that they thought I had

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE When he was certain that the soldiers were out of earshot, Marcus turned to look at the General who left him at once and continued walking toward the direction he had his eyes on. Marcus joined him almost immediately and after a few steps, they stood in front of each other with Titus holding onto his sword with his left hand just in case Marcus was still a threat. “I am sure you won't be needing that, especially now.” “Well, you never can tell. You might decide to be funny, and I wouldn’t hesitate to draw my sword.” Titus responded with a smirk, looking at Marcus who chuckled softly before he nodded with a smile on his face. “This better be good. Why did you take me away from my soldiers?” “We can’t trust anyone at this moment…” Marcus said with a whisper, and then he turned to look at some of the soldiers who had their eyes fixed on them. Titus joined him shortly after, and after a few seconds of staring, they returned their gazes to each other. “If the Kin

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN “No, not at all! We can continue.” Marcus responded to Titus who continued to look at him even when the soldiers he had beckoned arrived in front of him and bowed slightly. “Bind him! We have a prisoner to take to the Royal Prisons!” Titus pointed to Marcus, and even though the soldiers had so much doubt about his words, they decided to do just as he had instructed.One of the soldiers pulled out a strong rope from underneath his single, and then he exchanged glances with his companion before they started to walk toward Marcus. To their astonishment, Marcus Willingly extended his hands toward them while he waited for them to bind his hands. While still struggling to deal with the fact that Marcus was not moved by what they were doing, neither was he interested in what they were doing as he turned to look at Titus who had a scary smile on his face. When the soldiers were done binding Marcus, they turned to look at Titus who observed Marcus for a while just to

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE “I see…” Clifford returned his gaze to Marcus whom he stared at with a smirk on his face, while he thought about the numerous ideas that ran through his mind. “I don’t think keeping him in the Royal Prisons is a good idea. I am certain that he is very deadly, and could escape in a Twinkie of an eye. Don’t be deceived by his appearance, people like this have very powerful mana cores, and they will be able to take down ten soldiers with a single strike.” Clifford paused for a while without looking away from Marcus who knew he was telling the truth. At that time, Marcus’s nervousness grew at an intense speed, and he wasn’t sure of what to do. He looked at his hands which were tightly bound together, and then he realized that it was going to be very difficult to escape from the soldiers just in case he had walked into a trap. Looking around him, he counted the fifteen soldiers who were surrounding him, mapping out strategies on how to defend himself and also attack