Chapter 1167

As the Grand Guardian of Ouranos, Neville held immense power, second only to the deputy leader. Yet, he had been publicly humiliated by a rookie and a servant. How could he endure such treatment? The door opened again. Assuming that it was a lowly warrior who had walked in, Neville cursed, "Who the fuck—" But when he turned around, his heart leaped to his throat. It was Javier, the leader of Ouranos and a warrior of unmatched power. No one had seen him in battle for 30 years, and he seldom appeared, rarely involving himself in the internal affairs of Ouranos. For many, especially warriors who had only joined in the last three to five years, Javier was almost a myth. "Mr. Horan, w-why are you here?" Neville had first met Javier two or three weeks earlier in Neptuna, when Javier had asked him to visit Logan's grave. That night, Neville had fallen to his knees in shame. Javier took a seat. "You're still not mature enough." He poured himself a cup of hot coffee, his movements slo