"Bastard, are you courting death!" Ficknilas raised his Soft Sword and thrust it towards Aiven's throat.
Aiven's pupils contracted, a sense of life-and-death crisis enveloping him.
"Am I really going to die at the hands of this bastard Ficknilas?" Aiven's heart was filled with unwillingness and rage, roaring internally: "I refuse! I refuse!"
Ever since Aiven learned the truth about the past from Caesar's mouth, he had made a secret vow countless times in his heart: the Nilas Family must pay the price for what happened back then! He had to kill Ficknilas—the very one who forced poison down his mother's throat with his own hands!
But now, facing Ficknilas in the Demi-God Domain, was he about to die by his hand as well? Could he really fail to avenge his mother?
