A Blade Between Loyalty and Ambition
Clara—who listened to the reason Victor became the boss of Fantom City's underworld, found herself split in two.
One part of her admired him.
The other was shaken to the core.
She stood in the dim hallway outside Eon's chamber, fingers still curled around the hilt of her sword, while Victor leaned against the wall with infuriating ease, black shirt half-shadowed beneath the gold-lined jacket, golden eyes calm as if they were discussing the weather rather than treason.
But Clara's mind was storming.
Victor had spoken so casually.
As if conquering the underworld had been no grand campaign.
As if subduing monsters in human skin was no more troublesome than brushing dust off his sleeve.
And that was what disturbed her most.
The same underworld ruled by Eon, the Ox King.
Brinda, the Witch of the Northern District.
And Gian—Night himself—the kingdom's most feared assassin.
Three names even royal knights spoke with caution.
