Frenchies peeked down at the letter, his blood turning warm after reading through the contents. He remembered the times when they had to turn down the entire Brightmoon World in order to capture him. It had already been a hectic journey to hostage him inside the coffin. Now that, he was roaming out there freely, his lord wasn't safe anymore.
Cedric crumpled the letter into his fist, his eyes narrowing dangerously to mutter in a sharp voice,
" He is here, Frenchies. I was fucking right!"
He slammed the crumpled paper down on ground, groaned lowly in anger. At least, he had a bit hope that his assumptions were wrong but unfortunately, he replied to his letter, confirming that he was out of coffin.
Frenchies whispered, afraid of triggering his rage anymore,
" What should we do now?"
Cedric had a frustrated expression appearing on his feature. His breathing came out as panting as he ordered sobering down his anger a little,
