Chapter 0407

The nine Grandmasters…came at last.

In the Saunders‘ living room, Blaine’s body tensed, his eyes darting from the shattered gate to Roslyn’s ghostly pale face. Despair washed over him.

It was too late.

The Saunders family had just caught wind of an impending attack by the three major families. Before they could even think of escaping, the nine Grandmasters struck. They descended like a silent storm in the night, leaving no room for the Saunders to run.

Their intent was clear: total annihilation, without a shred of mercy.

If they did not surrender Roslyn, the Saunders family would face their end.

“Mark.”

Upstairs in the villa, Roslyn’s grandfather, the former head of the Saunders family known as

Cingen, made his way down the staircase, his voice as grave as his expression. He leaned on a

beautifully carved wooden cane, declaring, “The Saunders have always been warriors, not

cowards afraid to die.

“We won’t give up Roslyn! I may be old, but I still have some fight left in me. I’d rather be broken to

bits than let our child suffer!”

The Saunders‘ Quick Blade Team, all 120 of them, drew their iron blades and encircled Roslyn, their voices thundering as one. “We swear to protect our leader, to share her fate, whatever it may

be!”

father, and all

Roslyn’s cheeks as she looked at

to Cingen and Blaine, and managed

clever enough to take on the

see I was so very

overwhelming force, every clever plan becomes pointless. The

on the brink of ruin, and as their daughter, the leader of our time, I knew I had to step up.

won’t hesitate to

Don’t try

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final words, she bowed deeply to Cingen and

toward the villa’s doorway.

to trade her life for the peace of

“Roslyn…”

hilt of his knife, his urge to intervene nearly overwhelming, yet he held back, his eyes a fierce red.

Blade Team members were all

“Our leader!”

Saunders family villa entrance, the presence of the nine Grandmasters was

and one a half–step from being an overlord, they stood like immovable

heavy.

agonizing minute. By the time she reached the outside, her legs were barely holding

“So, you’re Roslyn?”

imposing as a dark steel tower. With the alloy blade held aloft in his grasp, his voice

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