"Caius, you are here," Linkir smiled as she looked at the middle-aged man standing before her.
Caius had grown over the years, and being the King of the Federation had made him more mature, cunning, and thoughtful.
"It's a pleasure, Empress. You summoned me, and I must comply," Caius said with a slight bow and a polite smile.
"Oh? The young kid has grown. But if people heard what you just said, they might think the King doesn't have a choice."
"We wouldn't want that, right?" Linkir said as she moved closer to Caius.
Her dangerous curves were highlighted, and a dangerous smile sat on her face.
Caius gulped.
Even though this woman looked unbelievably beautiful, perfection itself ... to Caius it felt like he was staring at the devil.
Over the years, what she had made them do with their own hands had made him realize that the Wild Shade Organization was still learning from the Dreadborne Organization.
These weren't humans at all.
They were far too cruel.
