Sir Ares, Goodnight

As he got closer to the door, he heard the bodyguard losing control of his emotions as he shrieked. "I'm telling you that my young master was murdered! Why don't you believe me?"

"Because there's no other evidence of your room being broken into. There are no other marks or evidence on your young master's body either. So your accusations are not based on anything at all. How are we supposed to believe you?"

"I saw it myself. I even fought him for a while," the bodyguard explained, "He's a thief, and he stole something precious from my young master."

"What precious thing did he steal?"

A glimmer of light flashed across the bodyguard's eyes as if he realized that he had said something he should not have. He lowered his head and remained silent.

Jay knew it. That thief did not come to take that young master's life. He came here for a treasure.

He instinctively put his hand on the left side of his chest. The token that his mother gave him should be in the inner pocket of his shirt.

As Jay felt around, color slowly drained from his face.

That token was gone.

pieced everything together. When was the token stolen?

that, his mind locked in on the moment when they got off

he clenched his fists tightly. He said to

the bodyguard suddenly went crazy the moment the doctors were about to carry the corpse out of the room. The bodyguard stopped them and said, "Where are you bringing him to? He can't go anywhere else. I have to bring him home to where he belongs. My young master's

We have to get him away so that

the veins on his forehead surfaced. "No. I won't let you take

like a flock of startled birds when they heard about the contagious

tall figure stood at the door alone. When he saw the bodyguard stopping those people

was loyal to the

bodyguard saw that his threats had little effect on them, so he did something drastic. He knocked the doctors to the ground like a maniac and carried his young master's corpse on his back. When he was about to rush out of the room,

bodyguard fell onto the floor and thumped his fists on the floor in agony as he

I'm sorry. It's all my

and they locked eyes. All of a sudden, he felt an immense sense of

"Sir, we met before last night. It was fate that made us cross paths. Can you make a trip to the Yorks' stronghold? Tell Old Master Yorks everything that you know. I'm sure that he will

corpse that lay at his feet. It did not look too terrifying, probably because the man had just died. In contrast, his immaculate features