"Where is your headquarters located?" Number D1 went straight to the point and asked the assassin that is now under his illusion
"The... headquarters...?" Krad furrowed his brows as the tone that the assassin used was of a questioning one as if he doesn't know the answer himself
"What do you know about your assassin organization? Does it really have no name?" Krad changed the question and waited for an answer
However, the assassin was still about to open his mouth when curse marks appeared from his forehead and spread down to his whole body
Krad jumped back and readied his wand as beads of sweat rolled down his face. He can feel a powerful force enveloping the assassin and it made him a bit afraid
Even the mana on his body was agitated. This kind of power is not something that Krad had ever felt to other people. It was tens of times more powerful than his own power!
