Bab 108: HER OWN LIMITS

THE APOSTLE who had just been stabbed staggered and looked at the disappearing back of Argent Blackbourne. What a vicious kid. No wonder their master took a liking to him. He took a small rectangular piece of paper from his space ring and tore it. It was a magical tool that every Apostles had. If they tore it, the talismans representing their lifeline and were hanging inside their main headquarters would glow red. It would mean that their lives were in danger.

Not a minute later, Harlequin appeared in front of him. The man wearing a domino mask looked at him. "What's this? I've been gone for like, what, ten minutes? And you're already like this? You're actually even worse than that shitty prince. Well, you're also technically a prince so maybe that's why. Do royalties really suck this much? Or was it just you two?"

"He agreed. Argent Blackbourne will get the dragon sword in exchange for her mother."

Harlequin raised one of his brows. "He actually agreed?"