It was very late into the night Frank arrived at Favoni House in Norsedam.

He actually found the ancient furnishings around the residence curious as a servant led him inside.

The Favonis really were a martial arts clan, with everything from the architecture, gardens, to fountains decorated in traditional styles.

He was brought to a drawing room and served a glass of expensive tea.

Frank did not expect such a polite gesture-he even thought the Favonis would want revenge.

Nonetheless, he soon found a familiar face.

It was Stella Favoni, wearing form-fitting training robes and appearing shocked to see him there. "It really is you... W-What are you doing here? Wait, don't tell me..." Stella's face paled as she thought Frank came for revenge.

Even from her perspective, Frank was the one who was attacked for no reason at Lanecorp, slandered by her family and the Bearsons before being coerced into that duel. They had insulted Frank profoundly, and it was only natural for him to come for revenge now.

Seeing that Stella was anxious, Frank lowered his teacup and shook his head, smiling. "I'm not here for revenge-I'm not that petty."

"No?" Stella blinked and pressed, "Then, you came because..."

"I'm searching for someone."

"Searching for someone?"

the chief of

of the

as she heard the title and she quickly said, "I-I wouldn't know, so you should ask my father. He's already

ove

and he will

not escape Frank's notice. However, he simply made a mental note, nodding

and see what her father had

man in question arrived in dramatic

flanked by his servants and the Favoni

of a man who made difficult decisions-clearly the head of the family whom Stella

a strut in his gait and was already glaring at Frank

his right

in a white suit.

the youngest of the

but his eyes

he was constantly, sneering, as if he did

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