Chapter 252

A chilling memory surfaced for Frederick.

Back in Motheca, he'd stumbled upon a horrifying scene. A group of thugs from a notorious organization savagely murdered young girls. Consumed by rage, his murderous persona had taken the wheel.

When Frederick finally snapped back to reality, he was surrounded by a gruesome tableau of dismembered bodies. The incident left him deeply shaken.

Thankfully, no innocent bystanders were present, or they wouldn't have stood a chance. Since then, Frederick had built an ironclad wall within himself, forcibly suppressing his murderous persona.

While occasional leaks of killing intent did occur, he'd always managed to regain control swiftly.

Mr. Faith inquired urgently, "Young man, how did you manage to sense this divine grace? I've spent decades in contemplation, yet not a whisper of it has graced me. If only I knew the method, perhaps I could help more people find solace."

Frederick furrowed his brow. "Divine grace?"

He echoed the term in his