They all call me Great Master

When the 'Blood Bat' appeared, its sonic attack shattered two layers of force field defense, cracking the inner armor she wore close to her body, Catherine was a mix of shock and anger.

It wasn't the damage to her ultimate defense.

For that piece of inner armor, it had fulfilled its duty.

In fact, that was its duty, so Catherine naturally wouldn't be shocked or angry, at most she felt fortunate and regretful.

Fortunate that she had such an ace up her sleeve for defense.

Regretful, since she now needed to invest more energy in finding a similar ace.

What shocked and angered this "Saintess of the Pain Church" was...

Forgotten!

She had seen the 'Blood Descendants,' but forgot about their 'Blood Bat.'

This shouldn't have happened!

She shouldn't have forgotten!

She couldn't possibly have forgotten!

Then, why did she forget?

And...

There seemed to be more things out of the ordinary with her!

Memories were about to surface, but they vanished in an instant!

The memories disappeared, but a residual feeling lingered, she couldn't pinpoint what it was, yet Catherine's own "Spirituality" kept warning her time and again.

Something was really off with her.

'What's going on?'

Lying on the ground, spitting out fresh blood, Catherine's emotions instantly shifted from a mix of shock and anger to doubt and uncertainty.

Then—

A killing intent as tangible as reality struck down.

It crashed into this dense forest like a waterfall falling from the sky.

Creak, creak!

The robust trees, under such killing intent, emitted a series of pungent creaks.

Chunk after chunk of stone, under this killing intent, vibrated over and over.

And Catherine began to panic.

Not the fear one faces when confronting a formidable enemy.

But the panic of a child who has erred in front of an elder.

Because, the source of this killing intent was—

Her father!

The Marquess of West Berlin, Deljo Otto von West Berlin!

And this tangible killing intent was one of the West Berlin Family's core mystical arts, 'Iron Blood Mutual Killing.'

Instantly, Catherine struggled to get up.

But the 'Blood Bat's' sonic attack, even with three layers of defense, had dealt her severe injuries, not only shattering numerous bones and muscles but also displacing several organs, some of which had split open directly.

Even though she possessed many of the 'Pain Church's' secret techniques that allowed Catherine to disregard pain,

Ignoring pain didn't mean she could ignore the injuries.

Therefore, Catherine tried several times but only managed to sit up, not stand up.

This only made Catherine feel more embarrassed.

A flush of shame spread across the cheeks of this 'Saintess of the Pain Church.'

In contrast to Catherine's blushing,

Amiel's face turned white with fear.

Upon sensing that tangible killing intent, this Miss Staff felt as if she were plummeting into an abyss.

It was in this moment that Miss Staff knew it was the Marquess of West Berlin who had arrived—Amiel, born from the Talin Faction and serving the Earl of South Los, was definitely not unfamiliar with the nobles of South County, especially the origins and family secret arts of the Great Nobles, which she knew inside out.

And being adjacent to South Los, West Berlin was of utmost importance.

For this family's Bloodline Talent 'Eagle's Flight,' and the family secret arts 'Iron Blood Mutual Killing' and 'Array of Cannons,' Miss Staff could recite them backwards.

So, instantly, Miss Staff confirmed the identity of the newcomer.

Then, when Miss Staff saw the face under Catherine's hood,

she knew everything.

The black hooded cloak had shattered during the 'Blood Bat's' sonic attack, revealing Catherine's definitely beautiful and delicate features directly to Miss Staff's view, especially those green eyes, which confirmed the other party's identity for Miss Staff.

'It's over! Over!

It's the daughter of the West Berlin Family!

Damn it!

How could we have provoked the West Berlin Family!'

Amiel clutched her head, her body swinging wildly from side to side.

The Marquess of West Berlin had no sons, which was well-known.

However, the Marquess of West Berlin's affection for his four daughters was well known.

Even if the four daughters did not awaken the West Berlin Family's bloodline talent and were unable to cultivate the family's secret techniques, it was the same.

For the Marquess of West Berlin, his children were his children.

Rumor had it that the reason why the eldest daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin was widowed was because the Marquess had killed his own son-in-law—following a chance encounter at a club.

Faced with a son-in-law who was unfaithful to his daughter, the Marquess directly crushed the man.

Although the two were only engaged and not truly married, it was the same.

Indeed, there were also many rumors that it was because the Marquess did not want his daughter to marry far away.

But regardless of what it was, Amiel knew that trouble had escalated.

And Freeman, similarly intimidated by the aura of killing intent, remained indifferent.

He sensed the killing intent.

He could also understand the gap between himself and the master of that killing intent.

But,

he believed in his father.

He believed that his father could face these challenges.

Even, counter them.

Seeing Freeman's thoughts at a glance, Amiel roared—

"It's all your fault, you bastard!

Do you realize how much trouble we're in!

That's the Marquess of West Berlin!

A real Great Noble!

We're done for!

By the way, when burying me, can my tombstone be pink? And could you put a Bruto Family's collector's edition doll in the coffin with me?"

The words of Miss Staff gradually became nonsensical.

Familiar with such behavior, Freeman simply ignored her and kept his gaze fixed on his father.

Catherine glanced at Miss Staff before her gaze also turned to Auburn, the 'Blood Descendant'.

When two out of the three observers turned their gaze towards the center of the event, even someone as odd as Amiel couldn't help but look towards the 'Blood Descendant'.

The long-unseen 'Blood Descendant', whose appearance had not changed and whose complexion was still pale, had eyes that were even more brilliant and crimson.

'Why does he seem even stronger?'

Miss Staff muttered to herself in her mind.

Then, Miss Staff saw the 'Blood Descendant''s upturned lips and a hint of... excitement appearing on his face?!

Suddenly, Miss Staff was taken aback.

This was not the scene she had anticipated.

In her expectations, even if the 'Blood Descendant' was not struggling like them, he should at least be on high alert. What was with this ease? Why did it seem like he had long been anticipating this?

Meanwhile, Freeman almost burst out laughing.

'Indeed!

This is exactly what Father wanted!

Father is about to truly show himself!'

The inner laughter turned into the purest form of power, quickening the healing of Freeman's fragmentary body several fold.

Catherine, however, was disdainful of these things.

She knew the strength of her father.

She learned and inherited the power of the Pain Church, precisely to chase after this strength.

So...

Wait?

Am I chasing after my father?

Aren't I the chosen Child of Destiny?

A sense of confusion arose in Catherine's heart, but quickly, Catherine looked at the 'Blood Descendant' with a cold sneer.

"Prepare to die!"

Catherine said this.

The 'Blood Descendant' merely sneered contemptuously.

This youth with crimson eyes slowly said—

"I have long anticipated this moment, and it unexpectedly arrived.

I am so happy, I...

Hmm?!"