“So, how did you transform into Ren? No, why did you transform into Ren? You already have money, and now you also have fame. If you had just won this race with your real face,” Letti asked, her eyes narrowing with curiosity and suspicion.

Anon, clad in Ren’s persona, leaned against a nearby lamppost, a smirk playing on his lips. He met Letti’s gaze, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “Well, Letti, there are reasons why I can’t tell you that. But rest assured, I emerged victorious in the race,” he responded, his voice dripping with a confident tone.

Letti’s brows furrowed, clearly perplexed. “Don’t tell me you are going to take down the Denver House of Justice?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Anon chuckled softly, shaking his head. “No, you fool. Why would I do that?” he replied, his voice betraying a sense of amusement at the notion. “There are other plans in motion, ones that require careful execution.”

Letti sighed, her expression one of resignation. “Seems like I have to go now. It’s already evening, but we’ll discuss this further tomorrow. See you then,” she said, turning to leave.

Anon’s eyes followed her as she walked away, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze. “Wait, Letti. What about that deal we discussed?” he called after her.

Letti turned back, a puzzled expression crossing her face. “What deal?” she asked, her tone reflecting her confusion.

A sly smile formed on Anon’s lips as he spoke, his voice laced with intrigue. “The one where you mentioned something about giving me your body,” he replied, his gaze locking with hers.

Recognition flickered in Letti’s eyes, and she smirked. “Ah, yes, that deal. Well, you never agreed to it in the first place. Besides, even if you had won the race, it was Ren Denver who emerged as the victor, not Anon,” she remarked, her voice filled with playful banter.

Anon’s smile widened, revealing a hint of playful challenge. “Oh, so you want to play with me, huh?” he mused, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and anticipation.

“Well, it is what it is. Bye, Anon,” Letti said, giving him a wink before turning and striding away.

As Letti departed, Anon’s thoughts turned to the recent encounters and intriguing revelations. ‘Hmmm…? Why is Master Ren conversing with a commoner teacher and even embracing her? What new interests has he developed?’ he pondered, his mind seeking to unravel the mysteries that surrounded the unexpected connection between Letti and Ren.

?α?dαsηθνε| Lost in his thoughts, Anon failed to notice the figure observing him from a higher vantage point. It was Jake, a loyal servant of the Denver House, his eyes fixated on Anon’s every move. Unbeknownst to Anon, Jake had been witness to his interactions with Letti.

As Anon continued on his way home, a nagging suspicion gnawed at Jake’s mind. ‘Wait, was it Master Ren’s intention to eliminate Anon within the depths of the forest, ensuring no challengers would emerge in the future?’ Jake mused, his thoughts racing with the implications of such a revelation. A sense of urgency took hold, and he resolved to inform his mother, a trusted confidant, of the perceived conspiracy.

Meanwhile, Anon’s senses heightened as he felt an intense gaze upon him. A tingling sensation ran down his spine, alerting him to the presence of an observer. In response, he halted in the middle of an empty grassland, his gaze piercing the surroundings.

“You can come out. I know you are here,” Anon declared, his voice carrying a hint of authority.ραпdαs `n?ν?| сom

A sudden, piercing eagle’s cry echoed through the air, and a majestic bird materialized before him. The rider atop the eagle was none other than Silk, an accomplished warrior and a force to be reckoned with.

Silk dismounted gracefully, her eyes narrowing as they fixed upon Anon. Suspicion filled her gaze as she summoned her sword, pointing it directly at him. “Lady Silk, may I know why you would point your sword at me? The one and only future leader of the Denver House?” Anon, maintaining the facade of Ren, retorted, his voice exuding a cool confidence. 𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝒎

Silk’s voice held a resolute tone as she spoke, her gaze unwavering. “You are not Ren. The girl you were just standing and hugging with, she is not a fan of Ren. Now, who are you?” she challenged, her sword remaining steady in her grip.

Anon’s mask wavered for a moment, surprise flickering across his features. ‘What? Letti is Silk’s sister? From the House of Dragon Flames?’ he thought, his mind racing to process the newfound connection between the two women.

Attempting to regain his composure, Anon replied with a touch of defiance, “What are you saying? How can you know if she is my fan or not?”

Silk’s expression hardened, determination etched upon her face. “Because she is my sister, sucker. Now,who might you be?” Silk demanded, her voice tinged with both caution and a touch of aggression.

Anon’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. The puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place. “So, Letti is your sister from the House of Dragon Flames,” he murmured, his tone laced with intrigue.

Silk’s grip tightened around her sword, her stance growing more defensive. “Tell me, because whatever you do now, you are not going to leave this area alive today,” she warned, her voice rising with determination.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Anon’s lips, a hint of defiance shining in his eyes. “Go back to your house, cheeky girl,” he retorted, his words laced with a daring challenge.

Silk’s face contorted with anger at his dismissive remark. “You **er, die now!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in a battle cry as she charged towards Anon with her sword raised high.

Anon’s expression hardened as he prepared to face the impending confrontation. Time seemed to slow as the clash between two formidable opponents became inevitable. “Fuck this… I don’t have time,” he muttered under his breath, disappearing with incredible speed of his and reappeared behind silk.

Anon striked on her head making her unconscious in one hit.

Anon caught her from falling down on the ground and spoke.

“Well, one more to **. Now i shall go and have a very delightful rape session.”

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