TICK-TOCK!
A bead of cold sweat on his forehead joined a drop of blood from his neck, falling to the ground.
Even with the biting winter winds, Vincent, the Royal Hound, found his clothes soaked with a sudden cold sweat.
He had intended to marry the acclaimed "Flower of the North," and thereby re-enter the ranks of the Great Nobles, so he had naturally come prepared.
He had already poured over every detail of Catherine's Intelligence, carefully studying the past of the Countess.
Yet, aside from her early loss of relatives, being raised in the household of Prince Sorrenberg, and inheriting a vast fortune from the Grenville family, there was no mention of her Supernatural Rank.
Clearly, Prince Sorrenberg and Lancaster had protected her well.
It was only then that Vincent's eyes—previously blinded by wealth and power—finally saw the light once more.
It was the chilly glint of a Mithril Sword flashing.
"Let go!"
