Unlike Les, Neil was highly regarded in the family.
It was unacceptable to see Frank, the murderer, to stand among them without a care!
That was when the flamboyantly dressed Marit flashed a fearless smile. “Could he be the South Sea Crow?”
“What?!”
“The South Sea Crow?!”
The name left every Turnbull on edge, and it was only natural since it was a nightmare that had hounded them constantly for three years.
And everything would certainly make sense if Frank was that villain… and she was allegedly peak Ascendant rank too!
“So that’s it…”
Zac growled viciously at Frank, his eyes flashing. “That’s why Father was suddenly stricken with some bug. And you’re in Morhen by sheer coincidence, on hand to prove that you’re the only one who can treat him. The way I see it, you probably bewitched Vicky with some foul enchantment so that she is obsessed with you. But you’re not getting away now that you’ve been exposed! Retainers!”
The glass dome overhead shattered at Zac’s bellowed, and amid some screams, ten Ascendant ranks landed around Frank, encircling him.
“Hehe.” Marit giggled and winked at Frank just then.
Frank simply narrowed his eyes at her from a distance without arguing.
“Yes, you being the South Sea Crow explains everything,” Glen said as he strode forward, rearing his chin and posturing himself as the Turnbulls’ leader. “Speak! What do you want?”
Frank remained silent for a while but soon snickered. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you—I’m not the South Sea Crow, though I have an idea who she is now. Also… You lot are way dumber than I thought.”
“Frank…” Vicky was watching him worriedly.
“Step back, Ms. Turnbull. This man is dangerous.” A Turnbull family retainer strode up and half dragged her away.
Titus also caught her by the wrist while watching smugly as Frank was encircled. “How about that, Mr. Lawrence? Doesn’t feel good to have your mask ripped off, does it?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t know about that.” Frank chuckled as he leveled a gloating look at the rest of them, shaking his head. “All I know is that you’re all going to start hurting soon.”
“What?” Glen asked and abruptly felt a pang of pain in his stomach.
“Bleurgh—!!!”
He was on his knees even before he managed another word and vomited out a mouthful of twitching, living larvae.
“W-What’s this?!”
Glen stared at the pests in disbelief, and pointed a trembling finger at Frank even as he shuddered, “South Sea Crow… You…”
“What?”
Frank stood, folding his arms before his chest as more Turnbulls dropped to their knees around him, and shook his head in disappointment. “You’re supposedly a dynasty of businessmen, so why are you so foolish?”
“Y-You’ll pay for this… Bleurgh—”
The ten Ascendant ranks around Frank were clearly hexed too, and they dropped to their knees as they directed their pure vigor to burn the scarab eggs inside them.
“When did you…” one of them growled through his teeth.
