"Phew..."

Silverbell breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Frank's nod, and her fingers eased around her sword's hilt.

"Lady Silverbell, that man..."

"He's my brother," she said and did not elaborate further.

"Brother, huh... And his last name is Lawrence... I think I understand," one of the elders beside Silverbell murmured thoughtfully.

Silverbell glanced at him but stayed silent.

Bang!

Frank kicked the door to the Turnbull Hall open, and everyone standing inside was clearly disapproving.

Some were even ready to yell at him, but Glen Turnbull quickly gave everyone a warning glare even though he was startled too.

This incident was so grave that the family's fate hung in the balance-it was not the time for manners.

"We meet again, Mr. Lawrence. I'm

Mr. Walter?

hall and straight to a dome car, taking

"Frank Lawrence?"

and her eyes lit up when she saw Frank despite her usual disapproving attitude toward

been unconscious ever since he came back and the doctors can't

him," Frank said,

was laying in bed, his fingers stiff

poisoned, but he still had to examine Walter

he lifted an eyelid and saw

was the sign

noticed that despite a steady rhythm, there were brief hints

indeed poison-one that could confound the senses and

hallucinations, but it was also lethal in a way as it would

his own in

vigor

jamming a thumb on Walter's chest. Directing his pure vigor with Walter's

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