“Huff, huff! Wheeze!”0

Leveaux finally reached the bottom of the stairwell and fearfully looked behind him.0

‘There’s… no one!’0

Thankfully, Kang Jin-Ho hadn’t chased Leveaux down. Then again, the other Knights should be trying their best to hinder Kang Jin-Ho. And there were powerful defensive barriers installed within the temple, too.0

Of course, Leveaux wasn’t naive enough to think such measures could stop Kang Jin-Ho dead in his tracks.0

‘That thing… is a devil!’0

From the very beginning, everything that could go wrong had gone very wrong.0

The Master knew. That damnable old fart knew! He knew what kind of existence Kang Jin-Ho was. He also knew what might happen if that devil stepped foot inside the Round Table!0

That shouldn’t have been surprising, though, considering the Master had flown to South Korea to personally confirm the truth.0

However, why didn’t he explain all those things in detail? Why!0

‘You… You stinking decrepit bastard!’0

Simply recalling the Master’s relaxed mug caused Leveaux’s anger to shoot through the roof. If that old bastard was going to warn Leveaux of incoming danger, why the hell did he have to…0

“The devil will come for you, Leveaux…”0

Leveaux angrily chewed on his lips.0

‘Bloody hell!’0

As it turned out, the Master did say everything that needed to be said. Any detailed descriptions would've been a waste of time, after all. That was because Leveaux wouldn't have believed anything coming out of that old man's mouth!0

Who would...0