บท 374: Kill The Matriarch

"Ha! A prodigy would have died in an unknown forest," an aged voice made Cristian turn, his eyes dilating as he spotted a man in rags sitting on a chair close to his bed, while the assassin froze mid-air.

Cristian's eyes darted to Alessia, his mind running at great speed, analyzing how fast he could reach her.

"You don't have to worry about that, I won't harm the girl," Daemon chuckled, scrutinizing Cristian with a smile hidden under his hood.

'Quite the protective lad, I see,' he thought.

"Still skeptical, huh?" Daemon swung his arm, and they both appeared on the roof. Clenching his fist, the assassins burst into a mist of blood.

"Who sent you?" He asked the leader, who reverted back to his solid form.

"You should have spoken, kid," Daemon chuckled. Suddenly, the wind picked up, removing his hood and revealing his wrinkled face and long white hair.

His eyes turned red, his face transforming into something hideous. "Speak!"