"So, gentlemen. What are you going to do?"
The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, reinforced by the twin pressures of Shadow Mana and Golden Aura.
Barnaby and Cipher stared at the silver-haired boy sitting at the head of the table.
The revelation that their mysterious "Boss" was actually the heir to the treasonous, world-shaking Voss Family hit them like a physical blow.
Cipher, the spy, was the first to recover. A flicker of understanding passed through his sharp eyes.
"The 'King of Darkness' Theron Voss... The 'Empress of Deceit' Elizabeth... No wonder," Cipher muttered, looking at Damien's glowing blue eyes.
"No wonder a child has such monstrous power. You aren't a prodigy. You're a legacy."
"A legacy with a 10 million gold bounty," Barnaby squeaked, wiping sweat from his forehead with a silk handkerchief.
"Boss... if the Empire finds out we're sheltering a Voss... they won't just hang us. They'll peel us."
