At that moment, Baron Myka suddenly realized that his agreement to cooperate with the Allied Forces on this assassination operation was nowhere near as wonderful or simple as he had imagined. Before this, he had believed that with his partnership with the incomparably wise Star of Dawn—
They would surely send the Empire's rookie commander to hell, paving the way for House Hartman to become one of Victoria Kingdom's rising noble houses and making the family even greater.
But after truly coming into contact with John Maslow and witnessing his lawless madness—
He finally understood that although he had considered himself one of the hunters, in this game between the Allied Forces' Lieutenant General and the Empire's rising star, he was nothing more than bait caught in the middle, liable to be devoured whole by either monster with the slightest misstep.
From beginning to end, he had never been qualified to take charge of the plan.
Even though he was a genuine noble.
"Bastard!"
Having recognized reality, Baron Myka's old face instantly turned livid, and unprecedented regret surged through his heart.
If he had known beforehand that John Maslow would be so outrageously bold, if he had known beforehand that the damned Star of Dawn was not as infallible as the rumors claimed—
Then no matter what, he would never have involved himself in this damned assassination plan.
But it was too late to say anything now. From the moment he had sent his son to lead House Hartman's direct descendants to defect to Victoria Kingdom, from the moment he had secretly reached an agreement with the Allied Forces—
It had already been decided that he, Myka Hartman, would be devoured whole by that damned madman John Maslow.
He could only grit his teeth and continue following the plan!
"Lord