Deadpools, all clad in raincoats, swept through the darkness, raised the short blades hidden in their sleeves, and pressed them against the guards' necks one by one. No one resisted. Everyone was stunned by the flames in their eyes. Golden Eyes of that intensity did not belong to humans; they surpassed even those of Deadpools, having become tangible flames!
"You found us after all." Viscount Charlo was astonished by the intruders' bloodlines. Such beings were rare even among Deadpools. He immediately activated Blood Rage.
The estate's security had been breached without a single shot. If they used this opportunity to lay an ambush on the grounds, Menia might suffer a devastating loss when he returned from receiving the goods. The Secret Party's entire leadership might even be wiped out here.
In the eyes of Lord Mayek and Marquis Gambet, Viscount Charlo suddenly became a ghostly shadow.
Serial Number 72, Word Spirit: Moment-advanced!
Serial Number 84, Word Spirit: Time Zero!
The flintlock roared, and fire flashed, but it was the window that shattered. Viscount Charlo had fired a warning shot.
Yet the next instant, the figure restraining Viscount Charlo accelerated as well. Fierce winds swept through the study. The two figures exchanged several blows in an instant, their clashing blades cracking like thunder. The Damascus steel shortsword Viscount Charlo carried struck the Deadpool's short blade. Before the sparks had faded, the next slash was already poised to fall.
Lord Mayek and Marquis Gambet could barely open their eyes in the gale. They saw only bookcases toppling one after another, their solid wooden frames scored with countless cuts in an instant. Splinters shot out like arrows, and pages fluttered through the air, some shredded by the savage wind, others bursting directly into scraps.
Viscount Charlo fell first. Old and frail, he could