"Am I that scary?" Levi scratched his head.
To be honest, he had only given Zat a normal lesson yesterday. After all, if that guy went a day without a beating, he'd be tearing the roof off the house. Levi had to serve him an iron-fisted reminder every so often.
Sophia was just collateral. Besides, considering her delicate and frail appearance, the Lord swore he had held back at least seventy percent of his strength.
"Miss Liya."
Liya, having finished washing up with the help of her personal maid, emerged from the exquisite little wooden cabin built just for her, letting out a yawn.
The Lord greeted her with a wide grin. The rough brutes of High Cliff Castle wouldn't know any better, but Miss Liya—who knew about the Glowing Holy Word Treasure Manual and had even brought it to him—would surely be able to tell.
"That Glowing Holy Word Treasure Manual... I've already..."
