Draco's eyes narrowed. "Make me a Mage God? Old fart, why should I agree? How could something like that even exist?"
Richmond simply folded his arms and remained smilingly in that infuriating manner, like he lamented Draco's endless ignorance.
"You may not want it, simply because you are unaware of what being a Mage God entails. What does and doesn't exist is only up to each person to decide. The saying 'where there's a will, there's a way' didn't emerge from a cow."
Draco scoffed. "Old Freak, no need to pose before me. You have come all the way here, so how about you speak goddamn English and say what you want to say properly."
Richmond sighed, as if he was saddened by Draco's impatient youthfulness. Now it was Riveting Night who had to hold Draco back from cutting Richmond into pieces.
"How well do you understand the power ranking of this world?"
