Disheveled black hair, eyes brimming with laughter like red wine.
Exquisite and clean childlike features, an empty wine glass held between fingertips, and luxurious attire that doesn't match the surroundings…
The Inferior silently observed him, watching as the Elf child gradually approached.
"Just as I thought..."
He muttered softly.
"Oh?"
Tovatus asked with interest, "When did you guess?"
"When you told me that the Destiny you hold is 'discordant'."
The Inferior stated flatly.
He held a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head, and his demeanor could even be described as indifferent, "What do you want from me?
"Have you finally grown tired of your ridiculous games and want to kill me here?"
"Ah, that's not it."
Tovatus laughed and waved his hand, "Although Camarcel has stabbed me in the back time and again, I will not take my anger out on you. I'm not that kind of person."
