"What happened here?" Corvin looked at Malrik, confusion written all over his face. Why is Malrik kneeling again? Is this another rule that I'm unaware of? Instinctively, he started to kneel too, but Edric caught his arm. "This has nothing to do with you. Go serve the food." He gave Corvin a shove and walked over to Emma. "Emma, breakfast's ready. Let's go eat." Emma nodded and didn't spare Malrik a second glance. She turned and left with Edric, leaving the disgraced man kneeling on the floor. "Haha…" Merlin finally snapped out of his daze after hearing Emma's words about dissolving the match. Dissolution? Perfect. If I can't have her, neither can Malrik! "Hahaha hahaha…" "Your laugh is grating." Marcus waved his hand, using his ability to seal Merlin's mouth shut, then turned and went back into his coffin. Lucien dragged him out of the manor, Silas following close behind. Once outside, Lucien tossed the Enchanter onto the ground. "What do we do with him?" Silas asked. Lucien gave him a calm, measured look. "Kill him." Before Lucien could even move, two vine tendrils burst from the ground behind Silas, spearing through Merlin's chest. Gagged by Marcus' ability, Merlin couldn't utter a sound. Only a twisted smile spread across his face before his body dissolved into a cloud of black mist. Silas frowned at the dispersing smoke, snapped the vines from the earth in disgust, and gestured for Lucien to burn the remains. "If you're that disgusted, why bother doing it yourself?" Lucien asked, still not understanding him sometimes. Silas downed a vial of serum. "My vines get dirty, I just tear them off—they'll grow back. If you did it, you'd have to chop off your hand." He waved a hand dismissively. "No need to thank me. Just send me one of those new warships you got from Corvin. My squad's been begging for new gear every d*mn day—I'm sick of hearing it." Lucien stared at him, speechless. Dream on! He narrowed his eyes. "You wanted to kill him long before this, didn't you?" Silas said nothing. The moment Malrik had tried to persuade him to use Enchanter's Draught on Emma, he had already made up his mind to end him. … Back inside the manor, Emma received another message from Malrik. 'Ms. Tibarn, I'll be returning to Central Planet soon. 'Please, wait for me a little longer.' He's still messaging me?! She looked up just as Silas and Lucien came in. "What did you two do with Malrik?" Silas glanced at Lucien, who stepped forward and spoke softly. "Emma, that kind of male is too dangerous. I was afraid he'd come after you again, so… we killed him." Emma wasn't surprised—that was exactly what she had expected. But then… She handed them her lightcore. "He just sent me this, right before you two walked in." Silas and Lucien stared at the screen. Two fresh messages from Malrik blinked back at them, and their expressions darkened. "Could he still be alive?" Silas asked, his tone grave. Lucien thought of the eerie grin Merlin had worn before dying, and his face turned just as grim. "Maybe he has some sort of ability that keeps him from dying." Emma frowned, glancing down at the message again. "Or… could he really have a brother?" Silas fell silent, and so did Lucien. Emma gazed at the name on her lightcore. Even if Malrik truly had a brother, that brother was already dead by their hands. The feud between them was now sealed. There was no salvaging this match. After a moment's thought, Emma typed a reply. 'Your brother tried to harm me and even plotted to kill my suitors. I've already killed him and dissolved our match. Don't contact me again.'… Aboard a speeding airship, Malrik froze as he read her message. Then his face twisted with fury. "That d*mned Merlin—what did he do this time?" He actually angered my huntress enough to dissolve the match! After all these years, the Beast God finally matched me with a huntress—and this is how it ends?! Malrik was livid. He quickly typed a reply back to Emma. 'Huntress, that brother of mine meant nothing to me. If he offended you or tried to harm your suitors, then his death was well deserved. But Merlin's ability is… strange. He doesn't die easily. Are you certain your suitors finished the job?' He had long given up this brother of his.