'It's all that accursed kid's fault,' Nathan thought bitterly.
He and Atticus hadn't officially met, but there wasn't a single thing Atticus had done that Nathan hadn't heard about. There wasn't a moment when Avalon wouldn't brag about him whenever he had the chance.
While Nathan could honestly understand Atticus's actions, he couldn't help but still blame him for everything that was happening.
'Why couldn't he have defeated or tortured them more gently? Or why the hell is a 16-year-old going around torturing people in the first place!?'
Nathan was already exhausted, and the trouble hadn't even begun yet.
'Just look at them,' Nathan thought as he glanced at the people gathered inside the room. The entire human domain might attack them soon, yet they were chatting and talking calmly among themselves.
Laughter filled the space, and the atmosphere seemed free and friendly.
Only madmen could act with such nonchalance.
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