'T-they're lying… right?' Kuzon thought to himself as he sat on his throne.
He quietly observed Neron, but it didn't appear as if he was being dishonest. No, Neron had always been a difficult man to read. What about the other Outers? Surely, they would fidget at the ridiculous words of their leader.
'None of them are reacting out of the ordinary. Are they really being honest?'
But that was impossible… right?
As far as anyone knew, the Outgroup was made up of a rag-tag group of exceptional individuals. He even knew most of them, except the little girl who seemed to be clinging close to Stefan. She appeared to also be a newcomer.
'In any case… should I believe them, or not?' Kuzon glanced at the Dragon King, Z'ark for his counsel. 'I wonder what the old dragon thinks of this…'
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'Why the hell are you looking at me? You've always done whatever you wanted.' Z'ark's thoughts echoed as he maintained his outward persona.
