The figure that suddenly blocked her path was a man in a shiny white battle suit.
He was about thirty years old, good-looking, and more importantly, he was very strong.
There was a strangely shaped white spear in his hand that seemed to phase out from existence occasionally.
Vesper blinked her lashes repeatedly, then surprise flashed in her purple eyes.
"You are Ark... The legendary Spearman of the White Family? Why are you trying to save them?" she asked, taking him seriously.
Ark was known to be a Type 5 Beyonder with a combat-type Unique Talent. So she had to take him seriously.
The Rothschilds' eyes were literally begging him to save them.
Still, Ark had a nonchalant expression as he said, "I have no obligation to save them, actually. But you are going too far, little Shadow. You cannot kill all of those innocent children just because of one person's failed vision."
