Luna emerged from the bushes, her eyes full of determination, holding a wooden stick in both hands.
—Leave him alone!
With all his might, he launched himself at Ethan, hitting him with the stick in a desperate attempt to help Gremory .
Swoosh !
But the blow passed through his body, as if it were intangible water.
-Hey?
Before she could react, Ethan easily took her arm.
—Wow, and who are you?
Luna tried to struggle, but Ethan's grip was firm.
Gremory , still badly injured and breathing heavily, raised his head in horror at seeing her in danger.
—Let her go, you bastard! It's Miss Luna!
Ethan smiled slightly upon hearing that name.
—So you're Luna Lancaster…
His gaze became more calculating.
—We can't kill Alexander... but we can force him to comply with our demands if we have his children.
Gremory opened his eyes in fury.
—I won't allow it…
Ethan looked to the side, as if waiting for something.