Healed back to his top shape, Christian now stood in front of his house… or rather, in front of what remained of it.
The people from the Drevane family — all of them killed by the shockwave — weren't on his mind. He would've killed them all anyway.
He also didn't care that several weapons were left untested.
But his house, still barely standing... and the other nearby buildings now reduced to rubble, still burning from the earlier explosion —
That was a different story.
Rebuilding everything from scratch wasn't something he wanted to go through again. Not after the effort it took the first time.
"So, have you finally come to regret extending your hand on your future master?" Anastasia said with a snicker from beside him.
And Christian, at that moment, couldn't help but really feel a twinge of regret.
Naturally, he had no intention of admitting that out loud.
