He almost forgot that this seemingly thirty-something young man is not only the ruler of The Hades Clan but also the emperor who commands authority over The Umbral Zone, and even Europe.
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The grey-haired man grew increasingly fearful, his knees buckling as he fell to the ground with a thud.
Corvus Hades said nothing, until the man was on the verge of fainting from fright, only then did he wave his hand.
Only then did others dare to come forward and drag the middle-aged man away.
Everyone else in the hall dared not make a sound and promptly withdrew.
Corvus Hades tore off a rose petal, twirling it in his hand. The slightly sickly sweet scent suddenly made him feel nauseated, and with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the rose into the nearby trash can, raising his eyes to the beautiful woman serving him hot tea: "Has there been any news of her?"
Upon hearing this, Corvus Hades sighed, speaking in a tone both helpless and indulgent: "She sure knows how to cause trouble, truly so unruly."
"Emperor Hades." The woman couldn’t hold back any longer and walked behind Corvus Hades, her alabaster hands resting lightly on his shoulders: "He’s young and used to a carefree life, not showing up for so many years might mean he’s ensnared by some vixen. Instead of pining for such a person, why not cherish those before you..."
Corvus Hades grasped the woman’s hand, exerting a little force as he pulled her in front of him.
Lifting his hand, his cool fingers caressed the woman’s flushed and lovely cheek, a smile at the corner of his lips, and a hint of tenderness stirred in his profound eyes, locking onto the woman in front of him, his voice slightly hoarse, full of magnetism: "Do you mean you? Indeed, your beauty is exceptional."
The woman was initially somewhat nervous, for in The Umbral Zone, everyone knew that Emperor Hades was not interested in women, having entangled only with Orion Rivers from The Celestial Alliance over the years.
Her earlier words were merely spoken in a moment of indignation.
Little did she expect Emperor Hades to be so gentle with her.
In an instant, her heart was overwhelmed with immense joy.
Just as she was about to speak again, suddenly, she was grabbed by the neck and pushed onto the table beside her.
The sensation of suffocation came abruptly, and fear flooded her mind, yet she dared not even struggle, knowing all too well that if she resisted, the consequences would be far worse than her current peril of not being choked to death.
At the brink of death, Corvus Hades suddenly released her.
The beautiful woman fell heavily to the ground, guards hidden in the shadows immediately stepped forward to drag her away.
Just as they reached the doorway, a young man with a head of silver hair entered.
The silver-haired man looked at the woman being dragged away, somewhat speechless: "Another one? This should be the eighteenth this month, hasn’t it?"
Knowing well the absence of heart and emotion inside, yet still rushing in like a moth to a flame, have they truly been so bewitched by this man that they no longer value their lives?
The silver-haired man shook his head in bewilderment, and as the thought passed through his mind, he had already stepped into the hall.
With the grace of a noble gentleman, he bowed slightly to Corvus Hades.
However, anyone aware of this man’s reputation would not be deceived by his demeanor. He is none other than Wraith, one of the four War Gods under Corvus Hades of The Hades Clan!
Corvus Hades tossed the handkerchief in his hand into the trash can, smiling at Wraith: "You return at this time, surely you have good news to report."