Love At The Wrong Table

“Haha! You lovebirds can save the affection for later. Let me finish.” Sage grinned awkwardly. “Austin Spencer, Tocvale’s devil instructor, and I are pals. He mentioned

Quintus’ whereabouts when he contacted me about participating in the Nuthana Grand Martial Showdown.”

“Austin Spencer?” Emmanuel recognized the name. In Tocvale, Austin’s reputation rivaled Sage’s as the Northern Region Night Wolf.

“What did he say exactly?”

“He’s here, Emmanuel. Let’s hear it from him together.” With Emmanuel’s nod, Sage contacted Austin.

Soon, a towering devil, around 6 feet 3 inches tall, entered, his build robust and imposing.

Seeing him, Mackenzie took a deep breath, sensing his formidable presence. Is

Emmanuel truly more powerful than him?

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Lowe, Ms. Quillen,” Austin greeted, unaware of Emmanuel’s identity, being polite for Sage’s sake.

He seems formidable,

nodded in greeting without extending her hand.

be his idol, huh? Ms. Quillen, you’re truly stunning.

been after you for years, swearing off marriage until he catches you. Looks like

words befitted

smiled politely.

asked, “Mr. Spencer, heard

confirmed, going straight to the point. “Word is, after the Zelinsky family tore through the Lenoir family, that rascal Quintus headed straight for

it linked to the Dark Night Club in Onza?” Emmanuel wondered, even considering if it was

disdain in his eyes. “Dark Night City’s a whole different beast, not like those small fry spots like Onza, It’s a sprawling metropolis smack dab on Devil’s Island!”

recalled hearing tales about

for big shots from all over. But wha Quintus

dropped me a line before he took off, saying, ‘Mr. Spencer, I aim

knowing glance before letting out a sly chuckle. With Quintus, manipulation seems all too plausible.