Damian suppressed his anger with great effort. If his emotions got the better of him and his aura wavered, Javier might notice.

“So, they plan to kill me in the Gormak Mountains.”

Even for a master class, killing a noble from another country at will was not an option. Such an act could lead to losing one’s life at the hands of the empire, which prided itself on being a mediator.

“The other knights can be handled by Michael and Veronica.”

There were a few knights who seemed formidable, but they were ultimately just middle class. The two of them could handle it.

After all, those two were geniuses Damian himself acknowledged.

“The real problem is Javier.”

From Damian’s perspective, facing a master class opponent was still daunting. Yet, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing about the man who had indirectly contributed to his family’s death.

“More than anything, that bastard is targeting me.”

Damian still remembered vividly. The way Javier Silva had looked at him with greedy eyes after their duel. At the time, he hadn’t understood the meaning behind that gaze. But now, it was clear.

To Javier, Damian was like a treasure chest brimming with gold and jewels. He would stop at nothing to kill Damian and steal his talents.

“That doesn’t mean I have no chance.”

Damian rubbed his wrist, where the powers of gluttony and wrath faintly glowed.

“You betrayed humanity… I’ll kill you as I vowed.”

In the darkness, Damian’s eyes glinted coldly.