"Nevin, what do you mean by this?" Jacob roared before wielding his Dragon Slayer's sword and swinging it toward the iron gate.
Clang! came the sonorous sound. However, the terrifying rebound of energy made Jacob take steps back as a wave of numbness rolled up his arm.
Nevertheless, his sword had managed to dent the iron gate.
Once Jacob discovered the dent, he swung his sword to hit the gate again.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
There were more dents on the iron gate, but by then, his hand was already bleeding profusely.
The entire house began shaking as Jacob slashed the gate with all his might.
Nevin, who was standing in the courtyard, frowned and pursed his lips guiltily as he stared at the shaking house and listened to Jacob's angry roars.
Right then, Mr. Santoro appeared beside Nevin.
"Mr. Santoro, we're…"
Nevin did not know what Mr. Santoro was trying to do—why Mr. Santoro was keeping Jacob locked up.
