"Slander... you say?" The Benevolent Father whispered.
Watching the shuddering jet-black blood vessels on the Benevolent Father's face, Calvin was sure that if a battle happened. It would absolutely be a one-sided slaughter.
To be able to become the scariest monster in Mount Spirit Sword Asylum; it was an understatement to say that the Benevolent Father was powerful.
"Slander...? Impossible... They can't lie..." The Butcher said while heavily breathing. Arthur Chase's disdain on his face intensified, but so was the tent he was pitching underneath his trousers. He seemed to be more aroused noticing that Calvin was trying to subterfuge his way out of death.
Obviously, for Arthur Chase.
The more Calvin struggled, the happier he would become.
"Yes... They can't lie... They can't possibly lie... I trained them not to lie... We trained them not to lie!"
