The proper use of power

Red gloves... Red gloves?!

Rus Báthory realized almost instantly that he had been surrounded by the elite Nighthawks of the Church of Evernight!

These troublesome Beyonders blocked his escape routes from every direction, watching his every move with solemn expressions.

Outside the encirclement stood a handsome, aloof man.

He was dressed more casually, wearing a blood-red shirt beneath his black suit, with no tie and his collar left loosely unbuttoned. He was toying with an unusual object shaped like a pocket watch. Its casing was white, as though made of bone, while inside were seven numbers and a single hand, quite unlike an ordinary timepiece.

"Click, click..."

The man in the red shirt kept adjusting the hand with his red-gloved right hand, producing crisp clicks. He paid Rus no attention, instead sweeping his gaze over the Red Gloves one by one.

"We are a unit of the Church of the Evernight Goddess. You are suspected of involvement in a Beyonder case. Please come with us."

While Rus Báthory was surveying his surroundings, one of the Red Gloves stepped forward and addressed him with a stern expression.

At these words, Rus Báthory's expression gradually twisted into a snarl, and sharp fangs emerged beneath his lips.

"What kind of joke is this? I am a noble Sanguine! How could I possibly have committed a crime?!"

Rus Báthory roared.

Now he understood completely. The scene he had just witnessed had been nothing more than a dream these Red Gloves had created for him. He felt he had been made a fool of, and his fury was plain to see.

This was a crucial moment in his hunt, yet these Red Gloves wanted to drag him away and make him lose!

"If you have any objections, you can raise them later. For now, come