Volume III: History Repeats Itself, But in such Cunning Disguise that We never Detect the Resemblance until the Damage is Done.

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(R18 WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MANY ELEMENTS OF VIOLENCE, GORE, AND BLOOD PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS)

"The Blade Manor is under attack by an army of netherfiends master." Misha answered, not being able to contain her guilt.

Arthur's tired violet eyes widened with shock, anger and urgency replacing them in the next moment.

Not being able to control his emotions at the moment even with the effect of [Apathetic Sovereign], he shouted at Misha.

"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? AND IF SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!?" He shouted, causing each of the Fahrs to react back at the sudden tone.

After all, they didn't know he was related to the Blades.

Misha however remained completely calm and undisturbed at his tone, it was understandable after all.

He loved his family more than anything else, and so as his Ashblade she promptly answered his question.