Suddenly, everyone fell into silence as they realized that Anon was the man behind the mask.

“Ah, Hahaha… I don’t believe Anon has committed anything so severe as to warrant a death sentence or any form of punishment, for that matter,” the great mother chimed in, her voice artificial and her smile akin to a parrot mimicking human speech.

Her tone changed when she recognized her target.

Anon gazed at the great mother, a faint smile on his lips. She hastily retracted her sword from his face.

“I-I think I shall take my leave now. Goodbye, Anon,” she announced, starting to leave.

‘Woo… It’s good that, your majesty stopped me before my sword reached his neck or i would’ve been dead by now-‘ The great mother thought.

Chk

Abruptly, a sickle materialized near her neck, halting her movements in an instant.

“Where are you going?” Anon demanded, his voice carrying weight.

The knights of the Denver house unsheathed their swords at once. The sight of their great mother in peril triggered an instinctive response, compelling them to draw their swords and safeguard her at any cost.

“Anon, you must reconsider. All this was a grave misunderstanding. I am willing to offer you one of my daughters as a gesture of compensation, along with a significant position in the Denver household. Your stature will be second to none but me, Everyone inside the denver house will respect your decision, no they will implement on your decision at once and you will become a 7 star noble.” the great mother uttered, detecting the danger poised at her throat.

The icy touch of the metal against her skin alerted her to the fact that Anon was entirely serious this time.

‘Fuck… I must take action, or he will kill me at this rate. If I perish here, what will become of my dear Ren? I wish to witness him ascend to the head of the Denver household and conquer the world with his strength. I cannot meet my end in this place,’ the great mother pondered.

“Ah, Anon, I offer you two of my daughters. No, take three. Kindly spare the life of this elderly lady. Pretty please,” she implored.

“You talk too much,” Anon retorted, positioning another sickle near her neck.

Suddenly, Grok recalled something and began to rub his own neck in displeasure.

“Anon, retract your weapon from the great mother’s throat, or you shall reap the consequences. We are prepared to lay down our lives for our great mother. You are fatigued from the preceding battle; we will eliminate you before you can act,” the knight commander of the Denver house warned Anon.

In an instant, Anon vanished from his spot, reappearing behind the knight captain.

With both sickles at the captain’s throat, Anon spoke…

“Nice threat but the moment for you to kill me is long gone. Have fun.” Anon spoke as his eyes stared deep into the knight captain’s eyes.

Chk

In the ensuing moment, he severed the captain’s neck, and the head tumbled to the ground like a sphere.

Thud

“Ow…” Derein muttered, having arrived at the scene just in time to witness the rolling head.

“Damn… He truly slew him,” Grok exclaimed, observing the sheer determination to kill.

“You’ve killed a member of royalty, lad. Brace yourself for the consequences,” Grad declared, arriving on the scene.

Anon vanished once again, resurfacing behind the great mother, sickles poised at her neck. This time, crimson-red blood trickled from the sickles onto her pristine white dress.

“I believe none here possess the skills to make me face the consequences. Or is there?” Anon inquired, smiling and scanning the surroundings.

“Oi, lad. He’s about to execute your mother. Unsheath your sword, at the very least,” Grok implored Ren.

In an instant, Grok noticed that Ren was already consumed by fear of Anon. Shaking from head to toe, Ren’s terror was palpable.

“What a damn disappointment…” Grok mumbled, gazing at Ren with a look of disgust. .

“You have no idea…” Ren whispered, his voice barely audible.

“What?” Grok inquired.

“You have no idea who he is. He is merciless. He relishes in toying with his victims, prolonging their demise. Yet, if the prey utters too much noise, he terminates them instantly,” Ren murmured, his hands trembling, and sweat dotting his forehead.

“What an utter letdown, as a future family leader,” Grok spat, casting a repulsed glance at Ren.

Unaware of Ren’s torment, Grok couldn’t fathom what Ren had endured. Had he known, his words would have been different.

Suddenly, all the knights pointed their swords at Anon, poised to charge at any moment.

Click

“You must want to survey your surroundings before acting,” Anon cautioned the knights.

They swiftly turned their attention behind, discovering No.300 and a phalanx of ogres positioned there, weapons at the ready.

One call and all of the denver house goes to dust, right here and right now.

“A-Anon, please spare my life, son. I vow never to engage in such conduct again. The Denver household will forever remain indebted to you for sparing my life. We will offer you anything you desire—money, drugs, girls, or boys. Kindly spare my life; I implore you,” the great mother conceded, recognizing that Anon was a force beyond reckoning. Irritate him, and your fate was sealed.

“Arthur…? Are we merely going to stand by and allow this?” Grok whispered into Arthur’s ear.

“Yes…” Arthur responded.

“…but you are the king of this Continent. How can you permit the death of a significant noblewoman? She’s one of the Seven Gems,” Grok argued.

“My Seven Gems, my crown, my family, and my continent—all will be razed by lightning should I intervene now. If you wish to act, you may do so,” Arthur proposed as he went silent again.

Grok fell into silence upon hearing Arthur’s words.

Arthur wasn’t exaggerating; he was speaking the truth.

Anon wouldn’t tolerate Grok or Arthur’s interference in this matter.

“I suppose I shall remain silent as well. It is your Continent, and your decision,” Grok declared, stepping back and watching the scenario unfold.

“I shall spare your life. However, you must acknowledge yourself as my slave, along with your household. You will all serve under me henceforth. Do you understand, you filthy little whorr?” Anon asked as he whispered in her ears.