Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 613 How impressive could this guy's "senior" really be? Could he beat a special forces veteran? And even if he could, | still had my ultimate trump card: Byleth herself. "Tell your senior that Daddy isn't interested in spanking him," | sneered. "What | am interested in is reminding you babies of one thing. You still owe us fifteen grand." "What the actual fuck?" Drake snapped. "Who do you think we are? Donors to Mrs. Candor's charity fund?

I'l rip the lips off your face just to shut you up!" He turned to the crowd behind him and called out with forced respect, "Jack!" The thugs immediately parted, opening a clear path. A man advanced toward us from the distance, his expression openly hostile. Emin stepped in front of me. "Don't worry. | won't let anyone lay a finger on you." | felt genuinely moved. "Thank you." | watched as the so-called senior made his slow approach. A strange sense of familiarity tugged at me. | had seen him before, but where? ---- When he drew closer, recognition struck. | burst out laughing "Oh my God.

Never mind, Candor. You don't even need to fight. These idiots already shot themselves in the foot," | said, patting Emin on the back. Emin turned toward me, completely baffled, "Why, Mr. Grimwald? "You'll see." The man reached the front of the group. His gaze locked onto Emin with hawk-like intensity as he asked Drake, "Is this the man who troubled you? He looks like an ordinary, decent person." "Looks can be deceiving, Jack!" Drake protested. "He seems like an average middle-aged guy, but he's a hell of a fighter. We couldn't overpower him at all." He jabbed a finger in my direction.

"And that guy over there? He's the one demanding money from us!" The man's attention shifted to me. His face drained of color. In the next instant, he swung and slapped Drake as hard as he could. The crowd froze. Drake staggered in shock. "Oi! What the hell was that for, Jack?!" ---- "Do you even know who that man is, you brainless idiot?" Jack roared. He then rushed toward me. "Mr. Grimwald, | didn't expect to see you here," he said with unmistakable respect. Drake and the onlookers were stunned. Emin looked just as shocked.

He had never imagined that someone this intimidating would recognize me, let alone crumble the moment he did "Who is he?" Emin asked quietly. I gave him a reassuring look before turning back to Jack. 1 "I could say the same," I replied. "The last time I saw you, you were wrapped in so much bandage you looked like a mummy, Jackie."