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Leonel's palm flipped and the rest of the message was cut short.
"You see, I'm not a very sentimental person. It's very easy for me to not care about things, even if I once cared for them in the past. There are very few things in life that can weigh me without very concrete stipulations being met... However…"
Leonel's expression darkened, the aura around him growing several levels heavier. It felt to Silam as though he was within a whirlwind of murderous intent, his heart threatening to leap out from his throat.
"… My father is a man who exists beyond those stipulations for me. His rage, is my rage. His sadness, is my sadness. His love, is my love.
"To dare to touch my grandfather, a man my father so clearly cares so deeply for… I sentenced this Three Finger Cult to death the moment I heard its name."
