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nSlytherin Cord's eyes quickly glanced at the masked figure from head to toe numerous times.

nThis was definitely not his rabbit!

nThe first thing that he noticed was the mask.

nFrom all his research, the Ghostly prince had 11 masks that he wore for different occasions, places and intervals.

nAnd none of them looked like the mask that this fake was wearing.

nOf course, he also didn't know that the person underneath the mask was Mr. Death..... because Mr. Death also had different masks that he used whenever he went out or took his role as an assassin.

nSo for Slytherin, since these masks didn't match his rabbit's own, he was sure that the person was a fake.

nIn addition to that, the fake's body and way of walking were way different than that of his rabbit.

nHe had been studying his rabbit for years now, so even without seeing his rabbit's face... the slightest difference would make him know that he was looking at a fake.

nHe couldn't help but feel looked down on.

nWas he not good enough for a one-on-one battle with the Ghostly Prince?

nHe gritted his teeth in rage and felt his blood rising swiftly.

nF***

nIn his rage, he continuously squeezed the life out of his prisoner.... almost choking her to death.

nIt was only when he heard her squirm loudly, did he finally come back to his senses.

nMr. Death on the other hand, continued marching forward, utterly oblivious to what his newfound toy was thinking.

nAnd soon, he stopped at a reasonable talking distance between the two.

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"Speak!

nYou're not him, so who are you?

" Slytherin asked in fury.

nMr. Death smiled playfully underneath his mask while looking at his adorable toy, who seemed to be chirping like a bird towards him.

nWell, he would have all the time to properly train this plaything of his.... but for now, he might as well play along with the poor thing.

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"I'm asking you a question!

nWho Are You?!!!!

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"Hey..... calm down my little pet, aren't you just being way too aggressive?

nIf you continue this way, then how can you win my favour?

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nSlytherin felt like he was hearing things.

nWho was this arrogant son of a b**ch calling a pet?

nAnd who would want to win his favour?

nThe more this 'Fake' opened his mouth, the angrier he got.

nHe had a hunch that underneath that mask, this IDIOT was sheepish smiling at him and taking him for a joke.

nAnd something about that made him snap out crazy.

nIn a flash, all his rage came out even more destructive faster than magma.

n'Sling!'

nHe quickly pushed his prisoner to the ground and drew his sword.

nMr. Death looked at him and smirked.

nJust as he expected, this toy of his had a short fuse.

nMr. Death looked at Mona (prisoner) and sighed from relief.

nNow that Slytherin wasn't squeezing and grabbing her roughly again..... he could finally be at peace.

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"Answer me Dammit!

nWho are you?!

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"Little pet..... for the time being, you don't have the qualifications to ask me that.

nBut... I'll make you a little happy by telling you a secret.

nHe sent me!

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"So I wasted all my preparations just for a subordinate?

" Slytherin asked while staring at Mr. Death with murderous intent.

n7 months!

n7 while months of scheming had resulted in him just getting a fake?

nNo!

nHe couldn't accept it!

nWhat did he need to do to get a one-on-one match or experience with his rabbit?

nHe looked at Mr. Death coldly, as if he were looking at trash.

nWhat good was this man if he were just a counterfeit of the original?

nHe looked at the prisoner on the floor as if blaming it all on her.

nSo her position in her master's heart wasn't that big to bring her master here to save her?

nThen why the hell did he bother with her in the first place?

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nHe was sure that he had lost some of his men out on the perimeters of the estate.

nSo was all this trouble worth it if his rabbit didn't show up and he also lost his men too?

nHe gripped his sword tightly and grumbled out a subtle curse.

nWhy was his luck always so bad?

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nHe continued cursing his luck angrily.... and soon, a single thought came to mind and his eyes instantly lit up.

nSlytherin looked at Mr. Death and smiled cruelly.

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"Since you all aren't any use to me at all, then I might as well kill you all.... as well as this worthless prisoner.

nWho knows..... maybe your deaths will bring my little rabbit out later on.

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"Oh?

nWell, I agree with your approach to things.

nBut, I can't help but wonder why you think that you'll be able to kill us.

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nSlytherin was taken aback, before finally sneering at the masked Fake.

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"Are you stupid or pretending to be.

nLook around you idiot!

nYou are totally outnumbered.

nEven a child can see this!

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"Really?

nBecause the way I see it, we have you outnumbered instead.

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"What the hell are you talking about?

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nImmediately, Slytherin saw thousands of men wall from behind several estate buildings..... and quickly surrounding him and his own men.

nAnd before he knew it, several of his own men were pointing arrows towards him and some of his other men too.

nHis heart speeded up a bit, and he soon took this fake rabbit before him seriously.

nHe looked at the men who betrayed him in confusion.

nEven his aides were confused as well.

nWhen had their betrayal begun?

nThey didn't even bother asking why, because they knew that what they felt for Slytherin wasn't loyalty but fear.

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"When?

" Slytherin asked coldly.

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"My little pet, this isn't hard for you to figure out is it?

nOkay... okay... I'll help you out a bit.

nLet's see..... about 2 years ago, do you remember that you had begun recruiting people like crazy?

nWell, we sent over 4000 of our men then.

nOf course over these 2 years, we also sent in a lot more in addition to that too.

nAnd when you brought in men to this base, you actually carried in a lot of our men as well.

nLittle pet, look at your face!

nAre you angry because we came late?

nDon't be angry alright, I promise that I have a good reason.

nYou see, the only reason why we didn't know about you taking this prisoner and come here sooner.... was because you kept it secret, and only allowed your most trusted men to meet or know information about the prisoner.

nLuckily, when our master got your note and location, we now knew about your plan and asked our spies here to prepare for battle.

nOf course all this time that we stood here, as well as the time that you waited for me to walk towards you.... was all a decoy.

nYou see, with your attention focused here.... some of the spies quickly let in the rest of my men through the other underground exits that led to one of the buildings on your estate.

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nHearing Mr. Death, Slytherin felt like a bucket of cold water had just been dropped onto his head.

nNo!... No.... how can this be?

nHe shook his head several times as if trying to deny that the Ghostly prince was once again.... one step ahead of him.

nWhy couldn't he win?

nWhy?

nDammit!

nMr. Death looked at his Slytherin's pale face and smirked.

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"My sweet little pet.

nIf those are all the questions that you have..... then let's dance!

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