It was very late into the night Frank arrived at Favoni House in Norsedam.

He actually found the ancient furnishings around the residence curious as a servant led him inside.

The Favonis really were a martial arts clan, with everything from the architecture, gardens, to fountains decorated in traditional styles.

He was brought to a drawing room and served a glass of expensive tea.

Frank did not expect such a polite gesture-he even thought the Favonis would want revenge.

Nonetheless, he soon found a familiar face.

It was Stella Favoni, wearing form-fitting training robes and appearing shocked to see him there. "It really is you... W-What are you doing here? Wait, don't tell me..." Stella's face paled as she thought Frank came for revenge.

Even from her perspective, Frank was the one who was attacked for no reason at Lanecorp, slandered by her family and the Bearsons before being coerced into that duel. They had insulted Frank profoundly, and it was only natural for him to come for revenge now.

anxious, Frank lowered his teacup and shook his head, smiling. "I'm not here for revenge-I'm not that

and pressed, "Then, you

"I'm searching for someone."

"Searching for someone?"

for the chief of the Martial Alliance. I'm hoping that someone here would

of the

know, so you should ask my father. He's already been

did not escape Frank's notice. However, he simply made a

had to wait and see what

question arrived in dramatic

toward Frank, flanked by his servants and the Favoni

and the air of a man who

strut in his gait

youngest of the three brothers, but his eyes were like. vipers, and he was constantly, sneering, as if he

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