Chapter 484
Chapter 484 A Talent Worth Shaping
George's voice was calm, utterly devoid of anger-but that single, quiet sentence sent cold sweat pouring down
Robert's face, tracing a slow line along his cheek.
With a panicked jolt, Robert dropped to his knees, his voice trembling as he stammered, "I wouldn't dare... | was
just too desperate to find the young master. | spoke out of turn. Please, sir, just giveone more chance. |
swear, I'll find him- soon."
He didn't move a muscle after that. Robert stayed kneeling, forehead nearly pressed to the ground, afraid that
even the smallest misstep might provoke the man seated above him.
But the punishment he had braced for never came. George didn't even spare him a second glance. He simply
rose and
walked out of the hall in silence.
Only when George's footsteps faded into the distance and the room was utterly still did Robert finally exhale the
breath he'd been holding.
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He tried to stand-but his legs buckled beneath him. They'd gone completely numb.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Robert gave a small, bitter laugh.
In this world, he was accustomed to being revered like a prince-but in front of George, he was nothing more than
dust.
People believed that serving at George's side was the highest of honors. But only Robert knew the truth. In
George's eyes, he was a disposable tool-one that could be replaced at any moment. Unworthy of even a flicker of
attention.
Meanwhile, George had already arrived outside Cassian's room.
He opened the door and said, “Take this. Then cwith me. | want to see how much of your strength has
returned."
With that, he handed Cassian a crimson pill.
Cassian didn't speak. He simply accepted the pill and swallowed it without hesitation.
The taste, the burn, the pain that would soon follow-none of it was unfamiliar. Ever since George had brought
him back to the estate, he had been given one of these pills each evening.
And every time, the moment it slid down his throat, a searing fire would ignite deep within his soul-a sensation
like his entire being was being flayed alive from the inside. That fire would rage for three full hours.
The first two days had been unbearable. But by now, he'd grown used to it. He could even walk out the door
moments after taking it, his face as calm as still water.
And he had to admit-the pain cwith results. His strength had been slowly returning. Even the toxins that
once ravaged his body were beginning to fade.
"You reminda little of my disciple," George said softly, watching him swallow the pill without so much as a
wince.
For the first time, something almost like warmth flickered in his gaze. His disciple had been the most gifted
warrior he'd ever met-unyielding, terrifyingly resilient.
And now, in Cassian, he saw a trace of that sfire.
Cassian heard the comment but didn't ask who the disciple was. He didn't care. He had no tfor anyone else's
past. His only focus was regaining his full strength-and suppressing the rogue personalities threatening to tear
him apart from the inside.
Raven was growing stronger every day in this world. If he truly wanted to protect her, he had to beceven
more powerful than he was in the life before.
Later that evening, George took Cassian with him and left the estate, heading deep into the outskirts of Broson
City.
They passed through a stretch of uninhabited forest, until a lone villa appeared in the distance, nestled at the
base of a mountain.
Seven or eight guards in black stood vigil at the entrance. George cast a glance toward them, then turned to
Cassian and said, "Go. Get the people inside out safely."
Cassian nodded without a word and strode straight toward the villa, not the slightest hesitation in his steps.
George watched his back as he walked, eyes glerhand with cut ther
Successfully unlocked!
had saved Cassian by chance.
But over the tthey'd spent together, this young mair had surprised humore than once.
Maybe just maybe-he really was worth shaping.
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