Magneto let go of the curtains, and his fury burned straight to his brow.
He gritted his teeth so hard that the skin on his cheeks began to tremble.
Seeing her lover's condition, Magneto's wife frowned.
"Is it that serious? You look terrifying, Erik!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she climbed out of bed, walked to Magneto's side, and pulled back a corner of the curtain.
When she saw the car parked outside and the driver getting out of it—
"Ah!"
She gasped and hurriedly pulled the curtain shut.
"That's a demon, oh God!!!"
"No, not a demon. Something worse!"
Magneto said through gritted teeth.
As he spoke, he pulled a coat from the wardrobe and draped it over his lover.
"They are my kind, and they were once my enemies.
As for now, we may have to move again, dear!"
After saying that, Magneto helped his wife back onto the bed.
Then Magneto took a pistol from the bedside table and placed it in his wife's hand.
"Hold on to this, then go wake our daughter.
Once I drive those bastards away, we'll move out overnight."
After saying that, Magneto cupped his lover's cheeks and gave her a deep kiss.
Then he put on his coat and stepped outside his house.
At that moment, Azazel was opening the rear door of the Bentley in the yard.
At the same time, Gambit, who had been sitting in the passenger seat, got out as well.
When he saw Magneto, he greeted him from afar.
"Hello there, the famous Magneto. I've finally met you.
You know, sometimes I even dream about you. You're my idol!"
As Gambit made polite small talk, Erik gave the badge on his chest a long look.
A bishop?
Once he understood, Magneto ignored Gambit's greetings with