The next morning, it was complete chaos happening in the mansions of the Clive and Rivers Family.
"Herwin! Do something about our son. How did the cursed disease come back all of a sudden? Let's go to Alchemist Azrael right now!" A woman cried out as she looked at her son lying on the bed in a pitiful condition, with his body completely covered in black scales with yellowish pus.
Even she had a hard time looking at him despite being his mother. What's more...his family jewels were completely crippled as well...again.
Herwin Clive's expression seemed emotionless, but inwardly his blood was boiling thinking about whom he should exact his wrath upon. This was the first time he felt so helpless not knowing who his enemy was.
