บท 290: Mr. Alexander, if you're willing, I could serve as your servant

Facing Amelia's outstretched hand, Alexander furrowed his brow and, instead of reaching out to help, he lifted his foot and kicked her in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

With a roar, the scene before him suddenly changed.

The face of Amelia, marked by terror and pain, transformed into a man dressed in black.

This man had a demonic mark on his forehead.

Through this mark, it was clear that the man in black was a demon follower.

Alexander's gaze sharpened.

After taking a direct kick from Alexander, the man in black tumbled backward, crashing heavily to the ground and dissolving into a wisp of black smoke that faded into the air.

"Mr. Alexander..." Amelia, standing about ten feet behind Alexander, called out in shock.

Just moments ago, she had felt a strange wind pass before her eyes, and then her consciousness had slipped into oblivion.

It wasn't until she heard a roar that Amelia snapped out of that state.