"Severin Reignhart," Head Instructor Darius Faulkner said again for what must have been five times in one hour. He stood by his desk and fumed.
He couldn't believe that he was outplayed and outsmarted so much so that he let him get away from him. "I should have followed him personally!"
"But I don't think he was ever Severin Reignhart to begin with," he muttered to himself. His single eye flashed with killing intent, and the room was filled with the buildup of his power.
"And that Miret and his Isolde Dusk, why are they butting in this matter for?"
He didn't understand. "It's not like the Isolde Dusk is still loyal to the Reignhart. Wait... Miret is an immortal. Could it be that he's secretly loyal to him?"
Darius Faulkner stood and began to pace around in his office, his eyes narrowed and troubled. But then someone knocked on his door and pushed it open.
