Fickle Hearts

Several hundred meters away from the Luzon Clan entourage, three black-clothed men could be seen on tree branches.

Their bodies looked like mist and they melded with the shadows of the leaves above them.

The only trace of their existence was their crimson eyes that eerily floated in the air that stared at the Luzon Clan.

"Shadow, what do you think, should we commence the plan now?"

The man at the left side mumbled, his tone filled with impatience.

"He's right, Shadow. The Emperor ordered us to retreat as fast as possible after completing this mission, if we let them go too far, it would take us longer to return."

The man at the right supported his comrade's claims. His voice leaked a hint of killing intent.

Shadow, who stood at the center glanced at the two and said,

"Mist, Darkness, both of you. Don't be so impatient."

"Do you really think that Mathias, the Headmaster of the Paradyne Academy would let such a fat piece of lamb go?"