"He is a very good child, talented and well trained. The one who raised him to this point must be quite satisfied with their achievement, right?"
Researcher Glenda took out a cigarette from her shirt pocket, lit it up, and crushed it right away.
"Unfortunately, precisely because he is a considerate, well-behaved child, he cannot defeat me."
The face of the mother showed a faint sadness, regret, and unyielding determination.
"Isn't that great? Once he grows up a little more, he won't be able to kill anymore, right? And won't be able to see those beautiful guts, right?!! Hahaha!!"
Jack's face twisted into a mess, and his saliva-coated tongue licked around his lips like a snake while his voice trembled with joy.
In a quarter of the time it took to burn a cigarette, the three personalities exchanged their opinions and switched between the three faces without allowing a single hairbreadth of delay.
