The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484 A Talent Worth Shaping

George’s voice was calm, utterly devoid of anger–but that single, quiet sentence sent cold sweat pouring down Robert’s face, tracing a slow line along his cheek.

With a panicked jolt, Robert dropped to his knees, his voice trembling as he stammered, “I wouldn’t dare… I was just too desperate to find the young master. I spoke out of turn. Please, sir, just give me one more chance. I swear, I’ll find him- soon.”

He didn’t move a muscle after that. Robert stayed kneeling, forehead nearly pressed to the ground, afraid that even the smallest misstep might provoke the man seated above him.

But the punishment he had braced for never came. George didn’t even spare him a second glance. He simply rose and

walked out of the hall in silence.

Only when George’s footsteps faded into the distance and the room was utterly still did Robert finally exhale the breath he’d been holding.

He tried to stand–but his legs buckled beneath him. They’d gone completely numb.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Robert gave a small, bitter laugh.

In this world, he was accustomed to being revered like a prince–but in front of George, he was nothing more than dust.

People believed that serving at George’s side was the highest of honors. But only Robert knew the truth. In George’s eyes, he was a disposable tool–one that could be replaced at any moment. Unworthy of even a flicker of attention.

Meanwhile, George had already arrived outside Cassian’s room.

He opened the door and said, “Take this. Then come with me. I want to see how much of your strength has returned.”

With that, he handed Cassian a crimson pill.

Cassian didn’t speak. He simply accepted the pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

The taste, the burn, the pain that would soon follow–none of it was unfamiliar. Ever since George had brought him back to the estate, he had been given one of these pills each evening.

And every time, the moment it slid down his throat, a searing fire would ignite deep within his soul–a sensation like his entire being was being flayed alive from the inside. That fire would rage for three full hours.

The first two days had been unbearable. But by now, he’d grown used to it. He could even walk out the door moments after taking it, his face as calm as still water.

And he had to admit–the pain came with results. His strength had been slowly returning. Even the toxins that once ravaged his body were beginning to fade.

“You remind me a little of my disciple,” George said softly, watching him swallow the pill without so much as a wince.

For the first time, something almost like warmth flickered in his gaze. His disciple had been the most gifted warrior he’d ever met–unyielding, terrifyingly resilient.

And now, in Cassian, he saw a trace of that same fire.

Cassian heard the comment but didn’t ask who the disciple was. He didn’t care. He had no time for anyone else’s past. His only focus was regaining his full strength–and suppressing the rogue personalities threatening to tear him apart from the inside.

Raven was growing stronger every day in this world. If he truly wanted to protect her, he had to become even more powerful than he was in the life before.

Later that evening, George took Cassian with him and left the estate, heading deep into the outskirts of Broson City.

They passed through a stretch of uninhabited forest, until a lone villa appeared in the distance, nestled at the base of a mountain.