The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 484

Chapter 484 A Talent Worth Shaping

George's voice was calm, utterly devoid of anger-but that single, quiet sentence sent cold sweat pouring down Robert's face, tracing a slow line along his cheek.

With a panicked jolt, Robert dropped to his knees, his voice trembling as he stammered, "I wouldn't dare... I was just too desperate to find the young master. I spoke out of turn. Please, sir, just give me one more chance. I swear, I'll find him- soon."

He didn't move a muscle after that. Robert stayed kneeling, forehead nearly pressed to the ground, afraid that even the smallest misstep might provoke the man seated above him.

But the punishment he had braced for never came. George didn't even spare him a second glance. He simply rose and

walked out of the hall in silence.

Only when George's footsteps faded into the distance and the room was utterly still did Robert finally exhale the breath he'd been holding.

He tried to stand-but his legs buckled beneath him. They'd gone completely numb.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Robert gave a small, bitter laugh.

world, he was accustomed to being revered like a prince-but in front of George, he was

the highest of honors. But only Robert knew the truth. In George's eyes, he was a disposable tool-one that could be replaced at any

already arrived outside Cassian's

opened the door and said, “Take this. Then come with me. I want to see how much

he handed Cassian a

speak. He simply accepted the pill and swallowed

Ever since George had brought him back to the estate, he had been given one of these pills each

the moment it slid down his throat, a searing fire would ignite deep within his soul-a sensation like his entire being was being flayed alive from the inside. That fire would rage for

used to it. He could

to admit-the pain came with results. His strength had been slowly returning. Even the toxins that once ravaged his body were

said softly, watching him swallow the pill without so

the first time, something almost like warmth flickered in his gaze. His disciple had been the

in Cassian, he saw a

comment but didn't ask who the disciple was. He didn't care. He had no time for anyone else's

growing stronger every day in this world. If he truly wanted to protect

evening, George took Cassian with him and left the estate, heading