The old man in the garden also received the news. He slightly furrowed his brows and then let out a small sigh.
Although it was known long ago that the gentleman and the old lady were like fire and water, when this day finally arrived, he felt extremely uneasy.
Who could have thought that the person the gentleman once trusted and respected most would become a sworn enemy?
He glanced behind him at his somewhat aged body, yet it stood firm like pine and cypress.
No matter what happened, as long as the door to this atrium remained unopened, he would guard it to the death.
The shadows in masks, though reacting slower than normal people, had a heightened awareness of killing intent, unusual for ordinary individuals.
Especially now, even though they sensed the killing intent, they couldn't pinpoint its source, causing them to become slightly agitated.
