"In your dreams!" Nance exploded, her voice cutting through the tension. "We'd rather walk away from your deal than give in to you!""I'm talking to your boss. Interrupt me again, and I'll make sure you regret it," Peter warned, his gaze icy as it landed on Nance."You..." Nance started to retort but was cut off."Nance." Talia's voice was sharp, silencing her. She exhaled deeply, her eyes hardening with resolve. "Sorry, Mr. Peter Garside, but I've made up my mind. We're not accepting your offer."Whatever you decide to do next, that's on you. Go ahead.""Ms. Jenkins..." Xora paused, surprised by her own words.She knew all too well the fallout of that decision. It could spell disaster for the Mendorra Building.Without the draw of top international brands, how could they maintain their status as the number one shopping destination?The other employees at Mendorra Building also looked visibly concerned."No more discussion. I'm resolute," Talia said firmly after taking a deep
Damian, struggling to comprehend, fixed his gaze on Howard.He knew his guards were no slouches in a fight, yet they had been floored without landing a single blow.Howard's hand moved in a blur, and Damian was sent flying, blood spraying from his lips, just like Peter."Go ahead. Be a pawn for the powerful, see where that gets you!" Howard's voice was ice."Damn it! What kind of person are you, you—" Peter was scrambling to his feet."Get over here and apologize!" Howard cut him off."Do you even know who I am?" Peter spat out angrily. "You dare to do this to me, I swear, you're going to regret ever being born!""You've got one minute to think it over. If you haven't begged for forgiveness after that, forget about going home!" Howard's tone was unyielding."Babe, just drop it. Don't stoop to his level. Let's just get them out of here," Talia said, coming to stand by Howard.She was itching to throw a punch herself, but she knew better. That was not a game.She was aware of H
The moment Howard dialed the number, every gaze in the room locked onto him, their faces a tapestry of emotions."Mr. Lincoln, do you actually know the Garside heiress!?" Nance's voice wavered as she asked Howard, shocked."Guess?" Howard replied, a teasing grin on his lips.Xora's expression mirrored the shock, her mind racing. Could Ms. Jenkins's husband's call have been the real deal?Talia's eyes bore into Howard, her look heavy with meaning. She knew Howard well enough to be certain that the call was not a sham.What else was her elusive husband hiding? To think he was acquainted with the Garside heiress—and their rapport sounded anything but casual.Peter's laughter boomed again. "You're wasting your talent, not hitting the stage with those acting chops!" he exclaimed, clearly unconvinced that Howard's call had been genuine.After all, what were the odds the Garside heiress would bother with an unknown from Mendorra?The rest of the Oberon Company crew shared Peter's dism
The sound of footsteps broke the silence as The Judge, flanked by four sleek Shadow Sect Elegant Uniformed Troops, marched briskly over."Hello!" The Judge greeted Talia with a nod before turning to Howard. "Sir, what's the trouble?"Howard chuckled. "He thought he could persuade Talia to join him for drinks in his room.""That's too much!" blurted The Judge, pulling a curved knife from his belt. "You're done for!""No, please..." Peter pleaded, his face ashen with fear."Have someone escort him out of the country. He can explain himself to Nyla," Howard said, waving off The Judge. The Garside family could clean up their own mess. Howard could not be bothered with such trash."Got it!" The Judge signaled and, with a swift motion, ordered, "Take him away!""Right away!" Two Troopers grabbed Peter by the arms and hauled him toward the exit."Mercy... I'm begging you..." Peter's cries were desperate.He knew all too well that without Howard's forgiveness, returning to his family
"Hm?" Howard's brow creased. "What happened?"Black Blade had been up in the north district for the past month, rooting out the rot within the Shadow Sect, all on Howard's command.In the sprawling realm of the Shadow Sect, the central and northern districts were riddled with the deepest scars of the past. It was no coincidence that Howard had assigned Shylah and Lukas to those troubled lands.Just days before, Howard had been on the line with Black Blade, a key player in the north. Black Blade had reported a nest of trouble, having already exposed a slew of traitors within their ranks.As they wrapped up the call, Black Blade mentioned his next stop: Quintilian, the nerve center of the northern district's operations.However, trouble struck like lightning."I've been out handling business, got the news, and came straight back. Just touched down, and we're still piecing together what happened," Shylah reported."How's Black Blade holding up?" Howard's voice was a low rumble of c
"When I got wind of what happened to Black Blade, I rushed to the scene with my team. Sent another group to the witness's place, but we were too late. Someone had gotten to them first.""How many in the Shadow Sect knew about Black Blade's mission to find the witness?" Howard pondered before pressing on.Kaison paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Marshal, are you thinking there's a mole in the Shadow Sect who tipped off our moves?"Howard gave a small nod. "It's definitely possible."Kaison let out a deep breath before replying, "When Black Blade left this morning, a bunch of the Quintilian Shadow Sect's team leaders and the deputy district inspector were all there.""Dig up everything on them, especially anyone who's been with the Shadow Sect for over two years," Howard ordered, then added with emphasis, "And I want you on top of it personally."Anyone with over two years in the Sect had been there before Howard took charge."Got it!" Kaison responded with a firm
"Sir, what's the verdict?" Shylah asked, once Howard had stepped back."The injuries are severe. It's a miracle he's made it this far," said Howard, his face grim."The attacker aimed to pierce Black Blade's heart with a single blow. Lucky for him, his core energy shielded him, or he'd be a goner."With that, Howard set to work on healing Black Blade.He placed his hand over Black Blade's own, channeling a surge of core energy into the wounded man.Soon, Shylah and the others noticed blackened blood oozing from the injury.In about twenty minutes, the bruised imprint had darkened to a deep red, and the skin around it began to look more normal.Howard finally lifted his hand away."Marshal, is he going to be alright?" Kaison asked."He's not going to wake up anytime soon," Howard answered. He picked up a pen and paper from the coffee table, scribbled a prescription, and handed it to the medics."Mix up this salve according to the recipe and get it on Black Blade," he directed.
Howard let out a sigh. "Shylah, how are you going to manage a household if you marry Lukas when you're so...detached?""Are you teasing me, Howard?" Shylah's cheeks tinged with a hint of pink."Work's important, sure, but life's more than that. You've got to invest a little more in living, you know?" Howard's smile was warm and encouraging. "You could take a page out of Nevaeh's book. She's got the work-life balance down to an art—effortless and graceful. Isn't that something?""Sir, I..." Shylah's voice was barely above a whisper."Hey, no need to freeze up. I don't swing by your neck of the woods often, so you owe me a decent meal, don't you think?" Howard's laughter cut through her hesitation.Shylah was exceptional in many ways, but she seemed almost too ethereal as if she was on the verge of transcending worldly concerns.She was more talkative with him, but around others, she was the epitome of an ice queen, barely uttering a word.When she did speak, it was usually with a
"And look at that bracelet, it's stunning! Oh, and the compact has such a unique charm! Should we get one of each to decorate our homes?""Yuffie, you're still in school. How can you afford all this?" Talia chided gently. "You have a hundred fifty-dollar budget. Spend more, and it's coming out of your allowance.""What? Only a hundred fifty dollars? You're being too tight-fisted, sis!" Yuffie's complaint was lighthearted as she playfully turned to Howard. "Howard...""Don't even think about it. His wallet is in my hands!" Talia cut her off, fully aware of her little sister's ploy."Fine..." Yuffie's pout was all in good fun."Haha! It's not every day we get to do this, honey. If Yuffie finds something she loves, let's get it for her. Who knows if it'll be here next time?" Howard chuckled."Yay! You're the best, bro-in-law!" Yuffie cheered, her face lighting up with joy."You're just making her more spoiled!" Talia gave Howard a playful eye roll and turned her attention away from
Howard's willingness to visit the antique market was not solely to assist the sisters in their quest for a legendary blade. Such weapons were treasures often stumbled upon by chance, rarely found by those who sought them.His real intent was to immerse the sisters in the rich culture of the martial arts clans they were then a part of. More exposure to the ways of the warrior guilds could only benefit them on their chosen path.The following morning, Howard's group of five set off in the direction of Nathanael. Talia and Yuffie buzzed with excitement throughout the journey, their minds alive with wonder.Nathanael, nestled in the mountains to the northeast of Mendorra and a couple hundred kilometers away, awaited them.By 10 a.m., they arrived, parking at the gates of a sprawling estate on the city's outskirts—the site of the famed market.Stepping out, they were greeted by a lively throng at the estate's entrance, many adorned in traditional robes, weapons hanging from their belts
"And that's not all. They might even be a bona fide king-level warrior." Howard's brow furrowed with uncertainty."It looks like The Dark World is a whole lot more tangled than we thought," Yoel mused aloud.Then, turning back to Howard, he inquired, "Sir, did the old man ever share anything with you about The Dark World?""Not a word," Howard replied, shaking his head."Sir, do you think our mystery person could be from one of the elite families or sects, maybe just there on some errand?" Mystical Chubby chimed in.His speculation was not unfounded. Most of the king-level warriors from Rackaham were known to hail from the secretive clans and sects."It's unlikely." Howard dismissed the idea with another shake of his head. "From what Sabertooth described, our guy seems to know The Dark World like the back of his hand.""Who's that supposed to be?" Mystical Chubby scrunched his brow in confusion."Let it go for now. We'll head back to The Dark World in a little while," said Howa
"Um..." Blood Rakshasa nodded, the woman's earlier words still ringing in her head."Sir... Sir, was what you said earlier true?" Blood Rakshasa asked Sabertooth, her voice barely above a whisper."What did I say?" Sabertooth looked puzzled for a moment."You said... You said next time, we'd go back home together to get married..." Blood Rakshasa's cheeks turned a soft pink."Hehe, absolutely," Sabertooth chuckled, his smile warm and genuine. "The boss gave me the order, and I've given my word."Blood Rakshasa's smile was shy but filled with joy.Soon after, Qemal strode in."Sabertooth, I've tracked down the hideout of the Slaying Heaven Palace," Qemal announced upon arrival."Is that so?" Sabertooth's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Tell the crew to take a two-hour breather, then we move out!"The Slaying Heaven Palace's goons had nearly wiped out them today. Payback was due.With the Palace's top fighters gone, the rest were hardly a threat. It was time to cross the Slay
"Shadow Demon Shrine?" The woman's brow creased for a moment, but she quickly dropped the subject.She then turned to Sabertooth and observed, "You and your group have the vibe of soldiers. You're not originally from The Dark World, are you?""Speaking to our savior," Sabertooth gave a respectful nod, "we were part of the Rackaham Western Region's military before we came here."He was open with the woman who had saved over a hundred of his comrades."The Western Region's military?" The woman paused, a hint of recognition in her voice, "You're with the Blood Shadow Force?""That's us," Sabertooth confirmed with another bow."Is your leader the King of the West, Master Howard?" she inquired further."You know my boss?" Sabertooth looked surprised."Not personally, but I've heard the name," the woman replied with a shake of her head. "What's he got you doing in The Dark World?""Over the past couple of years, the world's heavy hitters have been funneling their muscle and resource
"You'll live to regret this, Dark Demon Lord!" Blood Rakshasa declared, locking eyes with her adversary. "Kill us, and Master Howard will avenge us by wiping out every last one of you in your cursed palace...""Ha! That Master Howard of yours better think twice before stepping into The Dark World again, or it'll be his grave!" The Dark Demon Lord mocked with an icy laugh."You're the fool!" Sabertooth growled. "No one in The Dark World has been born who can take down our boss. Your time's coming!""Is that so?" The Dark Demon Lord sneered with disdain. "You're clueless, all of you. You have no idea how powerful the Shadow Demon Shrine truly is!""Enough babbling. Time to end this. I'll send you both to join your boss," he declared, his presence intensifying as he prepared to strike them down."I love you," Blood Rakshasa whispered, her eyes closing."No, don't!" Qemal and others shouted in despair.Then there was a thunderous boom.However, the expected tragedy did not unfold.
Sabertooth sneered, watching the man's futile efforts. "You're such a fool!"He then declared solemnly, "Blood Shadow Technique, second form, Sky Slash!"With those words, he summoned all his strength, his saber carving a fierce arc of light through the air, striking like thunder at his foe.The Blood Shadow Technique was known for turning the tides against stronger adversaries.The white-haired elder's eyes narrowed in alarm. Caught mid-leap, he desperately wanted to dodge but could not. The saber's light bore down on him, a chilling aura of death shrouding him completely.In that instant, a wave of energy crashed through the air like a tidal wave, bringing a howling gale with it.Crash!Suddenly, Sabertooth was hurled away like a shell fired from a gun, blood spraying from his mouth as he flew, before he slammed into the earth, leaving a huge crater and falling silent."Sabertooth!" Blood Rakshasa's shout pierced the chaos as she spun and dashed to his side.She barely made
The man in black was sent hurtling through the air, slamming into the ground with such force that he lay there motionlessly, struggling to rise. A gaping wound, carved by the relentless sword, oozed blood profusely from his abdomen."What in the world is that sword technique?" he gasped after a torturous effort to stand, his face ashen.He had underestimated Blood Rakshasa's swordplay. Since her breakthrough to a higher echelon of mastery, her blade's might had surged, utterly dominating her seasoned adversary."The Sword Without a Name," Blood Rakshasa declared icily.Without wasting another second, she launched another assault. Sabertooth was in dire straits, and she was determined to aid him.Her blade danced again, weaving a web of sword energy that shot toward the white-haired elder, ensnaring him in an instant.The old man's eyes narrowed in a flash of panic, realizing he was trapped with no way out."This is it!" he snarled, brandishing his blade and lunging forward.How
With a thunderous explosion of energy, Blood Rakshasa's power surged, forcing the old man before her to stagger back in disbelief."Impossible! Have you broken through?" he gasped, steadying himself, his face a mask of astonishment."You bet I have!" Blood Rakshasa's face lit up with triumph.She had done it, just as the old man had surmised. Amid her swordplay, she felt a dormant core energy within her erupt, catapulting her to the zenith of martial knight at peak mastery stage.Master Howard's words rang in her head. The core energy left in her by a once-mighty warrior was too much to absorb at once. Back in that cave, she only managed a minor mastery in martial knight. However, Howard had predicted further advancements, and he was right."Let's see if you can handle a few more of my strikes!" Blood Rakshasa challenged, her spirit soaring not just from her newfound strength but also from a deeper connection to her swordsmanship."Bring it on!" the old man bellowed, his blade re