Chapter 81: Zaltan
Time seemed to slow down as the butler's honed instincts kicked in. His years of training and unwavering dedication to his duty propelled him into action. With a lightning-fast reflex, he twisted his body, evading the deadly path of the hurtling sword.
As the sword flew past, his hands moved with precision, grasping the hilt with a firm grip, halting its momentum in an instant. The tension in the air remained palpable as the butler, now in possession of the weapon, stood before Mars.
With measured steps, the butler approached Mars, holding the sword in both hands. His gaze was stern, emanating a sense of authority and unwavering resolve. Without a word, he extended the sword back towards Mars, offering it as a symbol of reconciliation and a reminder of the responsibility that came with power.
