Cries of pain could be heard then. Naoto’s entire body was twitching as white foam seeped out of his mouth. He seemed like he was in deep pain, as if someone had stabbed him through the heart.

The arrogant, heinous, and brutal Naoto was in agony.

He could only scream and tremble using the last of his strength. He couldn’t even beg for mercy.

A sight like this was way worse than death.

“Young Master Takei!”

“What’s going on here?!”

“Does that kid know witchcraft?!”

Carol and the Islanders were frightened stiff after seeing Naoto’s state.

Harvey only snapped his fingers before Naoto even fell to the ground.

Was it merely a coincidence? Or was Harvey really that powerful?

The discreet Elder of the Shinkage Way showed a horrible look on his face as if he thought of something. He then rushed toward Naoto and covered up his chest with his right hand.

That person’s name was Ryuichi Furuta. He was an Outer Elder of the Shinkage Way, and Naoto’s personal bodyguard.

He was also quite