Only after the entire Black Instrument had been taken out did the man suddenly react.
In that instant, he opened his mouth, about to scream.
At the same time, he suddenly realized that his body seemed to have slipped out of his control.
He wanted to cry out, but his body seemed unwilling to obey his will. He raised his hand and grabbed at his throat, yet caught nothing. The invisible force preventing him from speaking had placed no physical restraint on him.
He was clearly sitting there and could move his limbs, yet no matter what he did, he could not make a sound.
He forced himself to seize control of his body and break free of the restraint. In that instant, he felt as though an invisible hand had clamped around his throat. The terrifying suffocation made his eyes widen as he nearly lost control of his body.
Just as his breathing was about to be completely cut off, a calm voice sounded beside his ear. "You can speak now."
An Honorary Noble could, to a certain extent, forcibly "command" people nearby who were far weaker than them.
Like a rope around his neck suddenly loosening, the man's entire body went limp, and he slid off the sofa. Sweat seeped from his face like fine rain.
He lowered his head and panted.
He had just been about to shout, but after hesitating, he quieted down and asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"
The other person had entered too quickly just now, wearing a raincoat and hood. He had not seen their face clearly at all.
Now, the other person had moved behind him again and seemed to be playing with the Black Instrument taken from his chest.
"Do you know much about your organization?" Hearing his question, the figure