Duke Crestmore

"So, you're that womanizing bastard's son," the pale-faced man suddenly said, causing Cassius to instinctively step back. "You're the one… who seduced my daughter. I see…"

Cassius had no idea what this guy was talking about! Why was he suddenly bringing up him being someone's son? Whose son!? He didn't understand!

But what he did understand—what he understood very well—was the feeling that this pale-faced, silver-haired man gave him. Looking at him was like staring at dozens of world-sized snakes, with every single one of them venomously piercing the very core of his existence.

"Tell me, boy," Alaric Crestmore said coldly. "What is it that you hope to attain in this life of yours? What are your goals?"

Cassius, not expecting to hear a question like this from such an unfathomable man, took a second to screw his head on straight.