Angel

The door opened.

The trio, along with the red masked man entered.

"Greetings." The young man knelt on one knee, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Adrian, Irene and Cassidy kept standing. Irene had the same face as usual while Cassidy was still not able to get over the shock she had faced.

Adrian's eyes were fixed on the fifth person on the room.

Behind the extravagant desk and sitting on the throne like chair was a burly old man. The nerves of his arms protruded out through his bare skin. His hair was greying and the aura he gave off was menacing.

Anyone who would look into his eyes would have the urge to bow. But alas, his sovereign's aura was ineffective on the newcomer trio.

Irene was an inborn, and a princess. Moreover, she had frozen her mind. She remained utterly nonchalant before his gaze.

Cassidy was a princess of the strongest nation in the continent. Her family members had more sovereign's aura than the one before her.