章節 499: A story that was told and now it unfolds

According to Dexter, the mission didn't even last for a minute. Everything just happened so fast that neither of the hunters who took the mission with him was able to grasp their deaths. 

Dexter was lucky, was what he said, or the unluckiest one. Because, for some cursed reason, while all his colleagues were dismembered in a blink of an eye and dyed the very ground of the great hall of the imperial palace red, Dexter was the only one who didn't lose his life. 

No. It wasn't because he was able to fight back, but because he was spared. After all, their target, the suicidal emperor of Haimirich, only needed one person to talk to, and somehow, he saw Dexter first and deemed him a little intelligent. Thus, Abel chose him with no further, deeper reason… or so what Dexter initially thought.