Dean Morton : The Paupers' Guardian Angel

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Valery is not the only one in the chamber. Venera sits kneeling with a blank face on the left of the throne. On the right stands Catalin, Florian's closest friend for the past hundred years.

At the front, there are four other members of the main family, with two of them having their bituminous wings on their back, looking so ready for a fight.

Likewise with Florian, whose bituminous wings are still active, and his body is always shrouded in spirit energy.

He has to keep exerting this spirit energy and also keeping his alertness at the highest to prevent Valery from taking control over his mind and body.

It has drained his stamina a lot, and he has been drinking almost all his blood supplies. The two vials in his hands are the only blood supplies he has right now.

“I'm sick of seeing your mask of innocence,” Florian croaks. “I know you were the one who killed my parents. Everything is just your plot to brainwash me, creating an image as a hero so that I will always see you as a savior.”