"…What did you just say?"

Yusa repeated Shin Noya’s words, unable to process them.

He had no choice but to ask again.

Because what he had just heard—was utterly unbelievable.

Bloodline?

Did this bastard just say bloodline?

"What do you mean by that?"

As he spoke, faces flashed through his mind.

It was him.

The one who had ignored his command and instead issued one of his own.

The one who had shattered his pride and disappeared, looking down on him with arrogant contempt.

The one he had vowed to tear apart the next time they met.

And yet—

"That bastard is…"

The Master's bloodline?

Yusa’s widened eyes refused to shrink.

"No way."

His initial doubt began twisting into something more unsettling.

A question formed in his mind.

The reason his commands hadn't worked on that man.@@novelbin@@

The reason the Master's divine authority had not affected him.

"Could it be… because he's…?"

Because he was the Master's own blood?

"…No."

The moment the thought surfaced, Yusa shook his head.

That couldn't be it.

Even if that bastard really was the Master's child, it wouldn’t explain why commands didn’t work on him.

Command wasn’t just some ability.

It was the authority inherent to one's very existence.

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