They all call me Great Master-Chapter 525 - 522 Glory, Destiny, and Rebirth!
When Lady Glast emerged from the shadows, cloaked in her cape, she immediately captured the attention of everyone present.
The loyal butler Titon even stood between Glast and Baron Harold—Titon, of course, knew he could not stop her.
But he had to give it his all regardless.
Titon watched Glast with caution as she stepped out, his grip on his longsword tight.
"Ha, you finally show yourself!"
The Blood Descendants' ice spear grew even more solidified while the glow in his crimson eyes intensified.
At this moment, Baron Harold's countenance appeared increasingly youthful; the noble was now the very image of a young man.
Understood!
He had understood!
He had wondered why the Blood Descendants had come knocking on his door!
It was because of Glast!
But Baron Harold bore no grudge against Glast.
At this moment, the 'Honor Above All' Baron Harold remembered the contract between them was this: Glast would give him one chance.
Though he had paid with something, he truly received this opportunity—to wield a power as enviable as his ancestors had.
And in some ways, he even had to thank Glast.
Thank Glast for 'creating' such a battlefield for him.
"Perhaps this is ill-timed,
but, Lady Glast, please wait a moment.
Titon, after I die, take Lady Glast to the family's secret chamber. There, you will find my child, and I want you to advise them just as you have advised me.
And Lady Glast, in accordance with our contract, you will be that child's mentor."
The young-looking Harold took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
"Your Lordship!"
Titon exclaimed in shock.
But the youthful Harold merely smiled serenely.
"Titon, I am a hopeless case!
I'm filled with inferiority, yet I'm terribly arrogant and have an insatiable hunger for honor, longing to be the center of everyone's attention—so I've done many things I can't even forgive myself for.
I do not deserve to live.
I am willing to take responsibility for all my sins.
And I am willing to go anywhere to atone for them.
Even if it means my soul burning for a hundred, a thousand years, it doesn't matter.
I am now simply Shaw Harold."
With that, the young Harold turned around, his head held high as he smiled brightly at the Blood Descendants standing atop the Blood Bat in midair.
It was the unique smile of youth.
It was the kind of smile that appeared only when one was brash and full of fervor.
Even in death, young men would wear that smile.
Because, at that time, it never crossed the minds of the young that they could die.
The youth simply pressed on towards their goals.
Shaw Harold was different.
The Baron had contemplated his own death.
Yet, he still chose to face it.
"Honor is my life!"
With a resolute cry, the frost in the heavens turned into a torrential downpour.
In that downpour, Shaw charged skyward.
He faced his death, his heart 'distorted' to the utmost, leaving only his desire for 'honor' intact.
He would cleanse his sins through his death.
He would secure a glimmer of hope for the Harold Family through his death.
He would ensure his servant Titon lived well, through his death.
He glanced back one last time at his servant.
He spoke softly—
"The child's name is Cosette!
Cosette Harold!
She is in your care!"
Having said that, Shaw's body exploded, and his flesh merged into the downpour.
In an instant, the rain transformed into a mighty river.
The river fell from the sky with a thunderous roar.
There was a bridge over the river, a stone bridge.
Standing on that bridge was...
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Shaw!
The Shaw who had just burst apart stood on the bridge in the form of his soul.
He looked down at the turbulent water without hesitation and leapt.
Boom!
The earth-shaking boom made everything disappear.
The downpour, the river, the stone bridge, and Shaw.
All vanished into nothingness.
Only the Blood Descendants, who had avoided the lethal blow with the speed of the 'Blood Bat,' remained.
"Did you foresee all of this as well?"
The Blood Descendants asked Lady Glast breathlessly.
"No."
"Shaw's last-moment realization has nothing to do with me—don't treat me like your partner. His 'Peering into the Future' comes from his Bloodline and Talent.
And I simply chose to follow Destiny."
Lady Glast said this, then stepped in front of Titon, directly confronting the 'Blood Descendant'.
"Now, you're wounded.
And I'm wounded, too.
We can fight fairly now!"
Lady Glast looked at the 'Blood Descendant' and said.
"Fair? There's no such thing as fairness in this world!
Not for me, not for you, and not for the guy who just died."
The 'Blood Descendant' scoffed.
However, in the next moment, the 'Blood Descendant' had the 'Blood Bat' elevate its form.
"I don't believe in fairness!
But my upbringing doesn't allow me to strike a wounded woman!
I'll wait until you've healed your injuries!
Then, I will get the answers I want and kill you!
Before that?
You peeping bastards really deserve to die!"
The 'Blood Descendant' said, looking back, his crimson gaze freezing the hiding Peeping Toms in terror, especially when the 'Blood Bat's ultrasonic breath directly covered an area, causing dozens of 'Peeping Toms' to bleed from seven orifices and fall down breathless; the remaining 'Peeping Toms' immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
Eli, who had retreated early, gave his boss a big thumbs up.
"Boss, how did you know the 'Blood Descendant' would strike the 'Peeping Toms' around us?"
"Heh, it's just the ridiculous Noble Honor.
As a 'Descendant of the Bloodline Clan', that guy's pride is unmatched. Facing the honor Baron Harold defended with his life, he would certainly try to 'preserve' it.
Just noble tricks."
Walsh couldn't help but snort before the 'Bandage Swordsman' could speak.
"It seems that His Excellency the 'Blood Descendant' is a good man."
Lindster said this as they ran.
"Good man? Nobles are all the same; they don't care about the death of others, even if you witness their dying moments, don't think they are noble.
It's all an act!"
As the newcomer to 'Pale Hand', Walsh clearly didn't trust the Nobles.
Lindster stayed sensible and didn't say more but instead looked at Eli.
It was Eli who said this place was safe, a temporary haven where they could recuperate from their injuries, but now it was obviously not realistic with the terrifying Lady Glast known to them.
Eli, closely watched by the arena Doctor, felt a bit awkward.
This part-time Intelligence Trafficker had not anticipated such events unfolding.
Previously, Harold Manor had been very safe.
He had left quite a few things inside to serve as a temporary stronghold.
Therefore, he had come here quickly, choosing this place as a sanctuary for recuperation.
The embarrassed Eli looked at the 'Bandage Swordsman'.
"Let's find a place up ahead to construct a temporary Shelter."
The 'Bandage Swordsman' said this and quickened his pace.
Eli immediately sped up to follow.
Walsh, in turn, grabbed Lindster and started to hasten as well.
The four of them ran.
But the remaining 'Peeping Toms' were miserable.
Especially those with malice; not a single one could escape the 'Blood Descendant's' pursuit.
The commotion moved into the distance.
Harold Manor became quiet once again.
Lady Glast silently walked towards the main building of the manor, with Titon following like a walking corpse.
His Lordship was dead.
The butler seemed like his life had also entirely lost its color.
If not for His Lordship's command, the butler would have chosen to commit suicide right then, to follow his His Lordship in death.
Command?
The children of His Lordship!
The young His Lordship!
As if in a trance, the butler thought of Baron Harold's command, and his eyes suddenly brightened; his whole being seemed to come to life, and without thinking, he prepared to rush into the secret chamber.
But just at that moment, he heard the lady's soft words—
"Don't be impulsive, close the door."
Titon hesitated for a moment but still chose to trust Lady Glast's words.
And as the butler closed the door and turned around, he suddenly realized that Lady Glast had already collapsed on the floor.
"You..."
"Keep your voice down, don't let anyone notice."
Lady Glast stopped Titon's startled cry, took off her helmet to reveal a pale face as if a corpse's, and then spoke in a low voice—
"So, this is the 'Spirit Medium' of South Los? The fearsome Arthur Kredos!"
