The Count of Cabaldi could hardly mask his confusion as he looked into Ghislain’s eyes.

This wasn’t the gaze of a mere victor. It was filled with a deep, incomprehensible rage and hatred.

And that left the Count even more perplexed.

He had never crossed paths with this young upstart before, let alone developed a grudge. There had only ever been potential for future enmity.

Glaring, he demanded, “You… didn’t attack me simply out of greed, did you? What are you after, really?”

“Oh, I have plenty of reasons. One of them is to see you dead right here.”

“Ha! …