章 1843: Declining

Nothing is absolute.

During dawn, Mortor thought he had total control of the situation, but after the sun rose above his head, his total control of the situation was gone.

Information regarding the human trafficking dealings that War God Temple made was all over Edatine Castle and was spreading to the north and the south at an exhilirating speed.

More importantly… worrisome evidence had started to pop up.

Before he even gave the order to destroy the secret base not far away from Edatine Castle, Silent Night Secret Society had raided the place.

Mortor was not concerned about a mere base being destroyed, but the 'orphans' inside terrified him. 

The only thing that relieved him was that he could still handle a bunch of children with ease.

'You are a child, what do you know?' 

Words like that cemented him in victory.

The people looking after the children didn't know anything either, so that was one less worry for him.