The Strongest Curse Master

Chapter 237: Cyclops

Chapter 237: Cyclops

"So they ran away because of him?" Delores's brows furrowed as she processed Ace's words. Only then did it click—Aztec had sensed Festus's presence monitoring the Dusk Dominion and immediately chosen to retreat, mistaking him for their reinforcement. 

"Festus Norges…" Evil Eyes muttered, his expression tightening as he tried to recall. "I think I've heard that name somewhere before." His brows knitted together in deep concentration, making him look almost too adorable—if one could ignore the fact that a centuries-old soul lurked within that child's body. But that thought alone was enough to make anyone shudder in disgust.

"Wow, you guys got your asses handed to you." Ace snorted, shaking his head. His concern over Festus had already faded—his real worry now? The loot.

Among the spoils were three Sky-Tier innate curse tools, all gathered by him. But without the team's effort, pulling it off would've been impossible. He knew if he didn't downplay their contribution, he'd be lucky to claim even one.

Back at Janic's resort, he'd killed a Sky-Tier curse master and wounded another, yet he had only been allowed to keep a single Sky-Tier innate curse tool. Apparently, Sonia was right. He hadn't argued then—he needed them to survive the invasion—but this time? He wasn't about to back down.

Matthews shot him a sharp glare, a silent warning to watch his mouth. Ace, as usual, ignored it. Instead, he doubled down, arms crossed, demanding, "You guys owe me two Sky-Tier innate curse tools since you let them get away."