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!”

and all

streamed down Roslyn’s cheeks as she looked at

and Blaine, and managed a tearful

wavered. “I always thought I was clever enough

I see I was so very

of overwhelming force, every clever plan becomes pointless. The Saunders

and as their daughter, the leader of our time, I knew I

I won’t hesitate to risk

Just survive. Don’t try to stop me!”

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words, she bowed deeply to Cingen and

the

for the

“Roslyn…”

the hilt of his knife, his urge to

were all in tears,

“Our leader!”

Saunders family villa entrance, the presence of the

being an overlord, they stood like immovable mountains, their

heavy.

from the living room to the front gate, less than 200 meters, took her an agonizing minute. By the time she reached the outside, her legs were barely holding her up, her body on the verge of collapse,

“So, you’re Roslyn?”

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

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