However, he had to do it or he would simply fail that woman and the consequences would be dreadful.
Then he took off his jacket and pushed up his shirt sleeve to reveal his arm. Suddenly a strange mark began to appear like magic. It took the form of chains around his arm, reaching up to his neck as if they were strangling him.
"That's..."
Michael frowned, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. Only powerful ancient magic users could create a chain as powerful as that. Besides, it was not normal for a descendant to be under that oath. How on earth did his mother manage to do that?
"I can't hurt you, I must protect you and keep you safe," Martin said as if he had been reciting that oath for years. Though he seemed like he was compelled to say it. He wasn't certain of the magic power but when the idiot Michael lost his leg, he was almost strangled to death.
"Now do you believe me?"
"How is that possible? Why did you agree to…?"
