章 130: Sovereign of the Sword

Gracela Selvarum clenched her fists as she quickly left the room. 

Her mind was in turmoil after witnessing Victor's attack. She knew that this strike was not something anyone could do, let alone a mere swordsman. 

But as she passed through the doorway, Gracela bumped into Luísa Selvarum, whose presence always brought an ambiguous feeling of relief and apprehension.

"It seems you've finally discovered who Victor really is, cousin," Luísa said in a determined tone, as if she'd been expecting this. 

Gracela stopped abruptly, her hands still shaking, and looked directly at Luísa, trying to process what she had just heard.

The corridors of Selvarum Manor were strangely quiet. The distant footsteps of the servants echoed across the polished marble floors and brightly wallpapered walls, but there was no one around.

"Luísa," Gracela began, her voice trembling slightly. "Is this true? Is he... is he really the White Bear?"