Bloodstained Shadowthorn

Who are you?

To everyone else present, it was merely a simple question. But to Angel, those words carried an astonishing pressure.

Like a crescent blade cleaving through the clouds, piercing the barriers of space and time, its sharp tip pointed straight at Angel's brow.

As though in the next second, it could pierce his skull and smash his brains to pulp.

It was the first time Angel had ever felt such strange yet overwhelming pressure.

Because it did not oppress his mind, nor his soul, but Angel's physical body.

"Bloodline..." A bead of sweat slid down Angel's temple as he slowly forced out a word: "Wizard."

This pressure could never have come from a wizard apprentice. That chilling sensation, as if blades were pointed at him from every direction, had to belong to an official bloodline wizard!

Why would an official wizard appear on the barren Old Earth Continent? Why Pat Manor of all places? What was so special about Pat Manor? Questions flashed through Angel's mind in rapid succession.

An answer began to take shape in his heart.

"Answer my question. Who sent you?" The owl's cold gaze did not change.

Under the mounting pressure, Angel staggered at once. Had the head maid Mana not caught him, he would likely have collapsed to the ground.

Angel raised his eyes toward the owl, breathing heavily. "I was just about to ask—who are you?"

"When facing a wizard stronger than yourself, you only have the right to answer or refuse to answer. Since you chose not to answer, there is no need for me to keep asking." That arrogant, indifferent voice entered Angel's ears.

As those words fell, countless golden feathers appeared out of thin air, gleaming with cold light as they all aimed at Angel.

Under the immense pressure,