A Slavemaster (Part 8)

Rewen's eyes slowly opened. Yawning, he got up from his bed and spread the curtains of his windows.

While stretching, he organized the things he would do today.

It had been a week since he had come to the mansion. He had received a Return Ticket but he was in no hurry to return. Part of the reason is that he wanted to complete this volume, then go back. Another reason, which was only the primary one, is that his mental state wasn't the best. He had done everything in his power but the unease of the death crisis hadn't faded. 

The previous two times when he went to fight against the squads, he was confident that he could defeat or escape his way out if he was faced with an extremely dangerous situation. After all, he had trump cards which were enough to give him peace of mind. However, currently, those trump cards won't be enough. Therefore, he decided to take some time in adjusting his mental state.