Mortodor?
Since becoming the lord of the Temple of Drakon five years ago, Isaac had always been extremely sensitive to two family names, one was Mortodor, and the other was Exeter.
Back then, he thought that his mentor, Lionel, had been killed by these two families, so he'd borne extreme hatred for them both ever since.
Before that, when Lionel was still the leader, he had told the sect not to let Isaac go to Rippan to pick fights with either of the two families. That was why Isaac had been harboring this grudge for such a long time. He never thought he would meet a Mortodor here, of all places.
"You're from the Mortodor family?" Isaac asked, narrowing his eyes in disgust.
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