"Vatore" smiled happily.
She revealed sharp, snow-white teeth—teeth that made one think of a ferocious beast.
Annan had heard that smiling at a dog might elicit a growl… it was because dogs, through the shape of human teeth, could recognize that humans are omnivores and not such enormous carnivores, hence not eliciting great fear.
But Vatore's teeth were even sharp enough to remind one of a shark.
They were not just a single row of teeth—capable of easily snapping an adult's arm with just one bite.
If she wanted, she could simply turn her head and effortlessly snap Salvatore's neck.
But she wouldn't.
—For it would mean her death as well.
"They intend to use Philip to find some kind of ritual to prolong life?"
Annan slowly said, "But they should know, as holders of power—they are not allowed to extend their life."
This was the contract known as The Edict of Ultimate Authority.
Those with power were the least deserving of longevity—
