The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1419

Mekhi froze in place.

The moment his eyes met the man before him—tall, grim, and with white hair—his entire body trembled.

He had never known fear like this in all his years of combat.

Mekhi hadn't expected their mission's target to be him—the infamous Divine Drakebane.

A one-man war machine, Drakebane had carved through many nations.

He'd crushed the likes of Sakurania with his fists, trampled over Criele, Mecria, and Feprax with ease, and with one strike, silenced even the fortified powers of Tanqueria and Autreynia.

The world's most feared military forces—the Black Ocean Fleet, Autreynia's Panacea Armada, and the aerial Soarele Wing—had all bowed their heads before this legend.

What was he, a former lieutenant of the Shadowmaw Squad, in comparison? Just a speck of dust in a hurricane.

Even standing there, doing nothing, Robin's sheer presence alone suffocated every ounce of fight left in him.

Mekhi couldn't fathom what sort of madness had taken hold of Verda.

Just how delusional did someone have to be to challenge a man who made even world leaders tread carefully—just for the sake of some sleazy boyfriend?

Did the officials of Draconia really believe that power gave them the right to abandon dignity, loyalty, and order?

Would they seriously trade away honor for desire?

"Mekhi, what are you waiting for?" Verda barked. "Don't forget your duty!"

Mekhi slowly shook his head.

Clearly, this woman had lost not only her shame but also her sense of self-preservation—for what? A fling?

Power had truly twisted her into something pathetic.

He bowed deeply toward Robin and said, "Mr. Drakebane, I mean no disrespect to you or your wife. I swear it."

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