THE SECRET OF ANNALIZA

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[The main player] THE KING OF KALAN DEMON ORIGIN!

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Annaliza stayed in her room as usual at Jesincsver mansion mired in grief.

And for now Annaliza is keeping her distance from anyone, both her family. Even if the maids would deliver food then it was only necessary to store it in front of Annaliza's room.

James recounted the incident at the back of the mansion to his father. But the response is ordinary. Raymond was still thinking of ways that Annaliza could recover from her current disability.

So is Mariana who every day tries to comfort Annaliza from her sadness. But all that was obtained was a subtle exorcism from Annaliza. Otherwise the girl would have installed an array of avoiders anyone could not enter into her room.

Mariana and her family knew that Annaliza could not only control water and fire, but her daughter could do more. Like bewitching, as well as control over the four elements. Everyone doesn't know Annaliza's abilities except her and her family. All they know is that Annaliza can control water and fire.

"Darling!" Mariana called Annaliza softly. Annaliza did not say, in her room she just stared coldly at the white-painted wooden door. Mariana unceasingly called out, upsetting Annaliza. He was embarrassed just to get out. Wouldn't it just be gossip if he went out of his room?

Mariana gave up, she could only take a rough breath. I don't know when this will happen.

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Annaliza who was still in her room Elsewhere, a man with good looks was walking through the dense forest in her kingdom, Krosveen.

Behind him was a person who followed him secretly. However, with the high strength he possessed the man realized this. The man had no intention of attacking or dodging, which was certain that if the other party attacked him first he would retaliate by many times over.

And..

Bruck...

Four people with Vampire attributes blocked his path. Making that impeccably handsome face look at those cold ones who were now switching positions to surround him.

"Hallo, the King of the Devil Origin!" As for one of those whom the man believed in, the one who had spoken had a higher ability than his three friends.

"Groan!" getting the interruptions from the chief, they ended up simultaneously attacking the young man. The two camps were attacking each other with their respective martial abilities.

The young man did not attack, he only dodged enough of the attacks of the four hunters and it would be better like this to store his strength.

Until, the four of them looked at each other that the young man could still know, they were like planning something.

And yeah, as he thinks. They are planning something. The hands of the four hunters were interconnected and close to them was the man they called the King of the demon origin clan. Did he withdraw from that statement? Of course not. Because that is the truth.

The hunter cast a magic spell to ensnare the young man. But it was useless because the young man released his great power that was covered with darkness.

They had yet to complete the spell yet had been destroyed by the young man, making them growl. The young man smiled.

Simultaneously again they attacked the young man with his strength. However, it was once again useless as the young man absorbed it and restored their own strength. Until they bounce away from the starting position.

"Just wasting my time!" sniff the young man. And by forcibly using his powers the young man led to the hunter's ban. So the four of them floated in the air with something suffocating their necks. Reflexively, the four of them touched their necks with nothing to do except groan to feel the pain that was felt all over their bodies.

The young man still pointed his hand at those who were still hanging in the air. His black flames quickly spread to the hunter.

Black flames, the strongest fire in the fire power array. People believe that no one can control black flames. Who doesn't know about black fire? The fire that people believe that fire is only in hell. But they had no time to think what the demon clan could do. The real owner of the black flame was himself.

The flames quickly spread throughout their bodies followed by screams of agony echoing in this vast forest.

And syushh...

They have become ashes. And was blown away by the wind. That impeccable handsome face was smiling coldly. Thinking of the plan ahead. It was time for her to pick up the future queen in her kingdom, after such a long wait.

The man stared at the handkerchief embroidered with a deep longing gaze that was now within his grasp. A simple embroidery was in the shape of a silver dragon head. Sprinkled with charming little lii flowers. He inhaled a scent that would never fade all this time. The aroma that always makes it opium and longing.

In such a situation he knows what it will be like. "I'll tie you up forever!" He muttered in a very arrogant tone.

"One day and soon in the embroidery you make will be engraved the name Arcanzo Smith Kierinziraj."

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