Veronica was confused when Karl asks a round-faced young woman with maroon-rimmed glasses whose hair tied into a ponytail, wearing formal attire away from the unknown room. Her eyes caught the figure of an Asian-faced man named Erick who looked panicked and frightened, continuing to fight against several large men who were standing around the door of the room. Her boyfriend's face was as tense as Erick's, and Bianca, who had arrived there while trying to break through the door, also shouted for her brother's name. Fear ran through her body as she could hear the sound of angry screams that overflowed from an old man from inside the room before the woman who was asked by Karl to take her away from the place pushed her away from the place.With all her strength, she tried to get away from the woman but failed. In terms of strength, she who hardly ever exercises other than walking was clearly outdone their different. Once she was really far, then the woman let go, staring anxi

Today was fully a week since the assassination attempt by Phillip Pedrosa on his boyfriend, Theodore Pedrosa.Erick pulled the chair near Theo's bed, opens the shabby page of Theo's favourite novel entitled Being Henry David by Cal Armistead. Everyone who saw that shabby book would know how often that man had read it. For a moment, he looked away from the book, staring at Theo, who still had not regained consciousness.The scene he read today was one of Theo's favourite scenes, where the main character who lost his memory met a popular girl at a school in the city where Henry David once lived. Theo always said that the meeting of the two figures was similar to theirs, although until now, he still did not understand the meaning of Theo's words. For him, the meeting between the two figures and Theo's meeting with him was different. Not a single one of them lost their memories during their first meeting.After he finished reading one page, he stopped. His

After returning from Nikki's apartment, Karl approached Pierre and Alec, who were waiting for him in his study room."You can go, Agnes.""Yes, Your Majesty," Agnes bowed respectfully. Only a few steps the servant left, he stopped her steps. "Agnes?"The woman turned to face Karl. "Yes, Your Majesty?""Once again I find you being rude to my girlfriend and all the mixed-blood members of the Smith clan as I saw earlier, your fate will be the same as the maid that I fired yesterday. Understand?"The woman swallowed hard, nodded fearfully. “Y-yes, Your Majesty. I will try it—"“Not try. But do it. Understand? Now is not the time to be selfish. I'm the leader. My territory, my rules.""I-I understand, Your Majesty," the woman lowered her head in fear, then ran as fast as lightning left the study room. Surely the woman thought he saw her attitude to Rebecca and Nikki earlier. The truth was, he did not see it by himself.

Gavin looked doubtful as he said it. Several times she found him chewing his own lips while looking around as if worrying about something."Gavin? I won't know what's going on until you say it straight away. So, what's the problem?"Once again, the man expressed his panic —something he had never shown to her before. He continued to wait a few minutes until finally, Gavin was sure to say it. "You guys shouldn't be here any longer. Someone's after your little sister.""Targeting Vero?" she repeated in disbelief, trying to hold back the volume of her voice so that it was not too loud as she did not want her younger sister to hear her surprise. "Who's after my sister?""I explained to you before, remember? In our first meeting after you nearly got attacked by werewolves from another territory, about Schneider werewolf clan that is trying to create their own version of a new world?""Yes, I still remember about that part. Then?"

Veronica did not know whether her decision to turn herself into William in exchange for the safety of all those dearests to her was the right decision or not. She even did not know at all and could not decide it. All she knew was that the man who was now walking beside her, humming cheerfully, would not touch them for a while. At least for now. And at least that was what she wanted to believe. She could only hope by fate that the man, who looked like a man in his mid-thirties (Karl had already told her that he was much older than Karl) would keep his word. She had already stepped into a strange dimensional portal that the white robe man made it, brought them instantly into a castle with a dark interior, looked ancient, eerie.  She saw a lot of people immediately lined up neatly to salute the man every time they crossed the castle corridor. Her eyes scanned the surroundings of the castle, which was so gloomy, made her body trembled in fear so much that sh