"Haha, so you realized, didn't you?" Kuzon finally spoke, after a few seconds of silence.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?"
"…."
The young man snickered, not saying anything more.
"You won't find me! Not in a thousand years! I'll keep haunting and hunting you until you pay for what you did."
"By sending those weaklings? Keep joking."
"Tch. If it weren't for my responsibilities to the Cult…" Beruel growled.
"Excuses."
"Yeah? Well why don't we see about that when I'm done!"
"I don't need to wait that long."
The Fairy King, though suspended in midair, sneered at Kuzon and Ana, as though forgetting who the person tied up was.
"You won't be able to do it."
"Yeah… I know I can't. I've tried, and with my skillset, it's impossible. But…" Kuzon glanced beside him and spotted Anabelle's innocent expression.
Quickly carrying and raising her, Kuzon presented his trump card to the Fairy King.
"I have someone who can."
