Bab 98: Darling, Please Turn Around

The only sound in the stillness was gulps of fear.

"What do you think of my magic trick?" The Professor laughed hoarsely, sliding a flute out of his sleeve. The instrument looked so delicate at his fingertips. "I think that we can discuss now. About that Eastern kid…" He waved his hand and the silent butcher returned to his side.

"A musician?" Lorenzo muttered to himself, his features twisting. "What level?"

"At least the Musician level," a musician hidden in the group answered. "Just the Bloody Butcher himself would be hard to handle. I’m not confident."

"As powerful as the Butcher is, he’s just a man."

"No, when things get to this level, we call them beasts." The musician sighed. "The Professor has always been so shady. No one could’ve guessed that he’s a musician. Lorenzo, we fallen into the Professor’s trap."