Chapitre 152: Hopes

"What is this?"

Amedeo's brows wrinkle. The silicone masks are placed on the table with wigs beside. "Can't you tell from the glance?" Vyle hisses. "You said you would let us in if we agreed to be a couple. Not to change our appearance" Amedeo responds. "It is not that easy to pass through gate"

Vyle points out; "They have photo records. You can only put these masks on to enter. Once you step foot in the underworld, there is no need to wear them" He adds. "Since when did you prepare all of these?" The question I wanted to ask came up from Amedeo. "One year"

"Due to the fact that I drank Zander's blood, I can foresee future events. For example, his death" Upon Vyle's statement, Amedeo's jaw clenches and I scowl. "If you have seen my brother's death, you should have stopped it! How come you let it happen while knowing it?!"