A Father's Return

Standing in front of him was the man with the bow and arrow, the same man who had appeared in the past when Wimburg had met that person.

"Y-you... What do you want? What is this about?" Wimburg stammered.

"You know why I'm here," the man replied coldly. "Master had ordered me to dispose of you. You're nothing more than a useless 'pawn' now."

Wimburg's words were cut off by the man's indifferent statement as he approached with measured steps.

The presence of death loomed heavily in the air, and Rocco knew that escape was impossible.

Even though he knew it was hopeless, his instincts screamed for him to run, his legs trembling in fear.

His back pressed against the desk, and as he leaned helplessly backward, the man unhesitatingly nocked another arrow, aiming it directly at him.

"You know the truth about my master. You also know about our plans. Unfortunately, you can't be allowed to live."

The arrow shimmered faintly at the tip