Chapter Five: The Alluring Old Butler?

It wasn't just the burly captain— the other silver-armored swordsmen were equally dumbfounded.

They seriously doubted whether the silver-haired woman before them was really the gentle Miss Grace Bennett they once knew!

"Dog, ignore that woman, just go for the boy's head!" The assassin leader, seeing the Devouring Heaven Hound slapped away by the woman, called out immediately as he watched her from afar.

Hearing its master's command, the Devouring Heaven Hound retreated a few steps, then leapt high again, trying to jump over the silver-haired woman blocking the boy and go straight for him.

The Devouring Heaven Hound's jumping ability was quite impressive; its massive body arced through the air, sweeping over the silver-haired woman's head...

As the Devouring Heaven Hound leapt over her, the silver-haired woman didn't hurry to step back.

"Abraham Lincoln." the silver-haired woman called softly, "I don't want it alive."

With that sentence, the fate of the Devouring Heaven Hound was sealed.

After Grace Bennett's voice fell.

"At your service, Miss." An aged voice sounded behind Grace Bennett.

Only then did everyone notice that behind Grace Bennett, a tall, slender old man had been standing by her side all along. He had never spoken, and was just like Grace Bennett's shadow— from the very beginning until now, not a single person had noticed him!

Only when he spoke did everyone realize his presence.

The old man looked somewhat advanced in years, but his figure remained tall and straight, without the slightest stoop.

White gloves, a black tailcoat, hair tinged with white and meticulously combed, and beneath his old-fashioned spectacles, a pair of black eyes exactly like those of the boy after he awoke. He wore the popular butler attire of the continent.

"Letting you take action yourself just now was already my dereliction of duty, Miss. Please leave such matters to me in the future. Otherwise, if your hands are ever stained with blood, I would no longer be worthy to serve you." Old Butler spoke softly, yet paid no heed to the ferocious beast lunging at him or the eighty-odd assassins.

In his eyes, there was only one and a half people in the world worth his attention.

The Miss counted as one, and the young master, whom the Miss regarded as her everything, barely counted as half.

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The Devouring Heaven Hound's body swept over Grace Bennett's head, its massive claws slicing through the air— the wind from its claws arriving before the claws themselves!

Old Butler stood steadily in front of the boy, his gloved hand gently reaching out.

"Roar~~" The Devouring Heaven Hound let out a furious roar, its right claw slashing down at the butler.

But, as if by perfect timing— as if the Devouring Heaven Hound and Abraham LincolnButler had arranged it— the hound's claw struck fiercely at Butler's hand.

Such a powerful blow, yet it was like hitting a pile of cotton— not the slightest effect.

Old ButlerAbraham Lincoln still wore a smile at the corners of his mouth, easily catching the Devouring Heaven Hound's paw with an outstretched hand.

"For a dog, your manners aren't bad." Abraham LincolnButler squinted his eyes and smiled kindly, "A five-meter-tall body— that's quite some development for a Devouring Heaven Hound, and your claws have some strength too."

"Roar~~" Butler's words seemed to strike at the Devouring Heaven Hound's fragile confidence. The red light in its eyes flared, clearly exerting all its strength, but it couldn't press its paw down even a fraction.

"But if that's all you've got, may I ask you to die now?" Abraham LincolnButler said softly, "As a dog raised by humans, you should understand this much human speech."

At the same time, Old Butler raised his head, revealing the black pupils beneath his spectacles. Those eyes, narrowed to slits, were like a blade peeking from its sheath— just a thin glint, but chilling to the bone.

That single glance terrified the Devouring Heaven Hound.

"Whimper~~" The Devouring Heaven Hound whimpered, its ferocious nature ebbing away like the tide, letting out pitiful sounds.

"Begging for mercy now? Sorry, it's too late." Old ButlerAbraham Lincoln smiled, and with a sudden twist of the hound's paw—

Bang! The Devouring Heaven Hound was flipped onto the ground, belly up, its four legs kicking helplessly.

Old Butler patted nonexistent dust from his gloved hand and walked to the beast's side. He reached out with his other gloved hand and clamped it around the hound's throat.

"Want to resist?" Old Butler smiled, "You can try."

The Devouring Heaven Hound whimpered, wanting to resist, but unable to.

Then, the massive beast was lifted from the ground by Old Butler, half its body raised with one hand, its hind legs scrabbling on the ground.

"Whimper, whimper~~" The Devouring Heaven Hound struggled desperately, but could not break free from Old Butler's seemingly unimposing hand.

On the contrary, the more it struggled, the tighter the hand around its throat became.

The Devouring Heaven Hound whimpered, its hind legs digging at the ground, kicking up flurries of snow.

Crack. A sound.

The hound's hind legs gave one last feeble kick. The five-meter-tall beast was strangled to death by Old Butler, just like that.