If it wasn't for his transmigration, Rayven should've died with that caravan. No one was supposed to walk away. But because his soul got into his body, he became the sole survivor. To them, it looks like I cheated death… or worse, stole everything.
The young master slammed his fist against the gate. "Come out here, coward! Face me! My family deserves justice!"
Julia frowned, her voice tense. "Rayven… what will you do?"
Rayven wryly smiled.
He couldn't explain the truth, that he wasn't the same Rayven they thought had died. But he also couldn't ignore the accusation.
"I'll face him," Rayven said firmly. "If I don't, this will only grow worse."
He stepped toward the courtyard, his companions, Miki, Nara, and Thyruz, instinctively following.
The servants whispered nervously as the tension rose…
