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Bardray glared at Taesan, his expression laced with hostility and suspicion as he gripped the elaborate sword at his waist.

"Impressive. An assassin sneaks into my chambers without a hint of disturbance! Who hired someone with skills as refined as yours?"

Taesan didn’t answer. He turned his gaze slightly to his side.

[Oh...]

There, as usual, was the Spirit, who looked at his own younger self, the prince, with a pained expression.

Bardray, the man in human form.

And Bardray, the Spirit, no longer alive, his form spectral.

In this place, there were two Bardrays.

"I killed all my siblings with my own hands... Are you a servant of the gods? It doesn’t matter."

Bardray drew his sword.

"I’ll question you after I cut off your limbs!"

He lunged, wielding his blade like a storm that roared towards Taesan.