Chapitre 860: Buffet

Atticus gazed down at Yotad with a piercing look, scrutinizing every inch of him.

'He looks okay,' he thought.

He had completely forgotten about his Ravenblade. Yotad had been in his shadow during his fight with Blackgate. With how intense the battle had been, along with the overwhelming power surging through him, Atticus had been worried that Yotad might have been affected.

"Are you okay?"

Yotad didn't respond immediately. Instead, he lowered his head further, his clenched fist pressed to the ground. It trembled with such intense power that the air around it vibrated.

Yotad's current emotions and expression could only be described in one word: shame.

He was ashamed.

The Ravenblades of the Ravenstein family were trained through gruesome methods from childhood, indoctrinated with a single purpose: protection. Their pride, their reason to hold their heads high, was their unwavering duty to serve and protect their assigned master.