Cale realized something at the same time.

�That bastard is the Tower Master.�

The Tower Master who had lived for a long time.

He was probably able to live so long by taking over other people�s bodies.

Honte spoke cheerfully despite receiving Cale�s sharp gaze.

�The Queen of Death must be very sad. She would have been glad to see someone following the path of a necromancer once again.�

The cheerfulness then disappeared from Honte�s face.

Contempt took its place instead.

�Too bad you�re going to meet your end and die like her.�

He continued to look at Cale as he continued to speak.

�I suppose that wind is also one of your ancient powers?�

Honte had not missed the power that Cale had used to grab the Imperial Prince�s neck.

�Your plate is weak, but very big. Very very big.�

He then licked his lips.

Cale felt uncomfortable seeing Honte�s expression.

�What is with this bastard?

Could it be?�

Honte started to speak when Cale�s eyes caught his moving corpse�s body. His eyes contained bloodthirst as he gazed at Cale.

�I want it as my next body.�

�Is he crazy?�

A chill ran down his back the moment Cale thought that.

�Behind me.�

� Is he crazy?!

�He is crazy.� JrNovels.com