At Odds

Saint Saturn said earnestly, "I request permission for us to handle this matter."

The respect in his demeanor made his request hard to refuse.

Lord Imu merely raised his eyes and glanced at him, sitting quietly there like a divine statue.

"Do not botch it again this time," Lord Imu said coldly.

The unquestionable authority in his tone made the five old men shudder inwardly.

Without realizing it, they lowered their heads even further. Who would have thought that the five men standing at the peak of the pyramid of power would stand solemnly still before this man like children who had made a mistake?

Lord Imu rose and walked alone toward the depths of the garden. Saint Saturn and the others knew he was dismissing them.

The group hurried out of the castle. When they once again saw the same scenery as when they had arrived, very different emotions stirred in their hearts.

Saint Warcury, usually a man of few words, said bitterly, "Since we have already made such a bold promise before Lord Imu, Swain must be taken down as soon as possible."

"I'll lead the charge on this," Saint Saturn replied.

His heart was still filled with hatred for Swain. That kick had sent him flying in such a miserable state that he had lost all face!

Although Saint Saturn had later slaughtered everyone who had witnessed it, the hurdle in his heart was still difficult to overcome.

A sickness of the heart could not be cured.

"His forces can no longer be underestimated. Among the Four Emperors, he is faintly the strongest already." Nusjuro drew the famous sword in his hand closer to himself. "At present, there are only two options: assassination in the shadows or an open strike."

For the first option, the Cipher Pol