章 1095: You Old Fart!

Edgar Alstreim took a deep breath as he turned to look at Weiss Alstreim. His lips moved.

"Who are you?"

"Weiss Alstreim... the Young Master... of the Alstreim Family..." Weiss Alstreim replied in a monotonous voice.

Edgar Alstreim nodded, but he sneered. 

To think that Weiss Alstreim still thought of himself as the Young Master when he should be perfectly aware that he lost the battle when he got caught by him in a death grip.

Could it be that the realization just hadn't sunken yet?

'Perhaps...' Edgar Alstreim thought before moving on to asking the real questions.

"Are you the person responsible for my wife, Julianna's death?"

"... Yes."

Weiss Alstreim replied with a dull expression, and even though Edgar Alstreim knew it would be the case, he still couldn't help but feel anger swelling up within him. An intense killing intent flashed past his eyes.