Razputin opened his mouth but found himself at a loss for words. His mind railed with all sorts of answers and ideas, yet none could counter the iron determination Minxet had just displayed. After nearly thirty seconds of burning through every possible strategy, he sighed and shook his head in resignation. "Fine. I lost. He did uncover my actions."
Minxet's eyes sharpened, and a cold, murderous glint appeared in them as he heard Razputin's admission of guilt. However, in the next instant, confusion clouded Minxet's expression. The man of the Inferno Daemon Race showed absolutely no fear despite having admitted his crimes. There was resignation and defeat, yes, but no sign of impending doom on the face of a man who was about to face punishment a hundred times worse than death. How could someone remain so composed when condemned to such a fate?
