CHAPTER 82

Later that night.

Zebron returned to the Foster estate. Edward was waiting for him in the hall while drinking wine.

Seeing Zebron’s expression, Edward sighed, “To think so many of the knights together couldn’t catch him… Just who the hell was he?”

Zebron sat opposite to Edward. Even though he was Edward’s knight, they were both friends who grew up together. Because there was no one around, Zeborn didn’t care about the formalities.

Edward poured some wine to his friend.

“Thanks,” Zeborn picked it up and took a couple of sips. “Huh, we couldn’t find a single thing about him. Not his name. Not his motive. Not even how he looks. He’s a complete mystery. All that we know is that he wears a dove mask that covers his eyes. That’s all.”

“Dove mask? Isn’t that a famous mask that’s used during the Peace Festival every year in our country?” Edward said.

“Yeah, that’s the problem. It’s a common mask,” Zeborn said. He had masculine features and had a combination of black, gray, and white hairs on