"!!!" Stefany widened her eyes in disbelief. "What?"
The Dark Supreme smiled. "I've long been forgotten. However, that defeat has never disappeared from my memory."
The Dark Supreme closed his eyes. The defeat of that day kept replaying in his mind.
"If you are related to the Hacfield family, then…" Stefany gasped. She wondered if there was even a chance for the other successors to win.
"Hey. I'm not biased or anything. The promise I have with Mike is that I will hold the Dark Moon Mercenary. His grandson will be the one who makes the king. If he fails, then that means whatever he's planning is bound to fail.
"However, he's right. His grandson is a kingmaker." Maxwell looked at Stefany. "It is good that you are true to your promise. If not, you would have been dead by now.
