OLIVER CAGE: Return Of The Lionheart

Eighty three

A tall man walked into the room. He wore a very expensive velvet suit that made him look like some sort of king. He wore glasses and hada walking stick. The man slowly gazed upon Ivy as he approached, and his presence seemed to bring about some sort of terror to Ivy.

"It's been a while, Belmont. You look even better than the last time I saw you." Ivy said to him but the man was silent. He just walked closer, took his seat and sighed.

"Where is her body?" He asked as Ivy poured herself a drink. The man was obviously not the type for useless talk.

"We cremated her as is our tradition. You know this before now. It could not wait." She said to Belmont who sighed. "Wine?" She asked and he nodded. She poured a glass for him and he swallowed it in one single gulp.

"Who did it?" He asked her. Ivy slowly settled her cup on the table. She looked him in the eye.

"Oliver Lionheart." She responded.

"Oliver Lionheart? Why does that make sound familiar?" The man asked.

"Probably because you knew his