I placed my two orders in front of the nobles making them stare at me with bewildered expressions.
"What?!"
"It's impossible!"
"Ah, is that so?" I asked and the eight assassins moved in unison holding the tips of their knives onto the necks of the men.
"Wha-"
"Think well, before you answer. Do you have the luxury of saying no to me?"
Their faces went pale as the edge of the knife went deeper into their skin drawing out blood.
"I'll release every bit of information about all of your dirty secrets with evidence and make sure that your families suffer hell after your deaths while cursing you." I said with a smile.
"Devil..." Raleigh sneered and I laughed.
"I don't mind being called a devil by the lesser demons like you. If you can think of something bad I can do worse."
"You can't!" Fyedor shouted.
"I can and I will. And your even your mother who gives you orders won't be able to stop me."
