The Martial Unity

"Where is the corpse?" Prince Randal growled.

"It is as I said," The Voidreaper firmly pacified. "Identity first. Rui Quarrier later."

"Why should we trust you'll keep your word?" Princess Ranea glared at him.

"Do you trust the sixteen Martial Masters behind you?" The Voidreaper tilted his head. "That's all you need. I cannot violate my agreement, not if I want to get out of here alive. But you can. You have all the leverage and I don't. That is why you will fulfill your end of the agreement first, as agreed. Then, Rui Quarrier will be delivered to you."

"We cannot let you leave without providing the body after you have seen our identity," Princess Rafia remarked. "There is no guarantee you'll return with the body."

The Voidreaper stared at her. "I am not leaving to fetch the body. The body is coming here."

His eyes flashed across them. "If you want the body, you'll have to divulge your identity. You'll never get the body from me otherwise. You can even threaten or torture me all you want. But you will never get the body."

His eyes were widened.

A glint of insanity sparkled across them.

"Reveal your identities. And I will give you the body. This is what we had originally agreed upon. I have no need for the body. It is useless to me. It only serves as insurance that you will follow through with your end of the agreement. After that, it is useless. I will readily fulfill my agreements. I have a reputation of credibility to maintain. Reputation is everything in the Underworld."

His voice was clear, firm, and even earnest. None of the Martial Masters could detect even a hint of deception.

"How long will it take to come here?"

"Not long,"

The four royals glanced at each other.

He had probably handed it over to a trusted subordinate outside of the town.

It was possible for them to deploy a Martial Master to scan the city, but…

It was better to just go through with the agreed plan.

No fuss, no hassle.

The probability of something going wrong by the

quickest way of getting the body

was right; after all, there was no way he could escape. It would take more than sixteen Martial Masters supporting him to ensure that he ddin't die while

that, his death was

what may, he was not leaving here alive

deceive us...your death will be painful, excruciating, and long. No, we won't even let you die. We will stuff your body with healing and

The Voidreaper nodded.

each of his

his mask, revealing his

Voidreaper simply stared

willing to recognize you as one of the alleged clients who commissioned me," The Voidreaper

to the

off their masks one by one, bearing their identities

Voidreaper nodded. "Pleasure doing

I don't like your answer, you will not leave here alive," cold fury flashed on Prince Randal's

echoed his question.

grew enormously

been standing in this

her finger, releasing the many

and stealth techniques she had been simultaneously applying this

to herself, of

had reached a higher stage of mastery; she could freely apply them to anybody anywhere, anyhow,

bound to sear itself as the most

from that moment on, he was bound to get nightmares of the things he saw after those words

something that was bound to change each of the

emerged on Prince Randal's

her seat, physically impacted

the true meaning of fear

unemotional Princess Rafia was not unmoved. For the first time in

all, an event that seemed

show it to them," Rui Quarrier remarked with an excited smirk as he held

only was he

appeared out