Chapter 34
Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. Yet nothing changed with Hilda’s condition.
No one could stop their leader from killing every doctor who stepped into her room—especially when all of them said the same thing.
Gabriel watched silently, troubled, as another group of doctors was carried out—lifeless.
He entered the room and saw their leader standing at the center, blood-stained katana in hand, his clothes soaked in blood.
Hilda remained unconscious in bed. Beside her, Khan gently wiped her hands with a damp towel as if everything were normal.
Since the failed mission, the four had refused to accept new assignments. They stayed by Hilda’s side, silently guarding her.
“Padrino,” Gabriel called.
Arthur stood motionless, his face dark, gaze fixed on the sword he was g
