The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) 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.