Frankly, he was quite annoyed by it.
It wasn't because he was jealous of Roland garnering Li Lin's attention—that was Jelas' forte. Nor was it envy or fear of Roland's growth—given the gap in strength between them, to feel envious, jealous, or resentful of a mere human's progress would be either an unhealthy obsession, or the unworldly concerns far beyond common understanding?
What Orgulous couldn't swallow was a single sentence.
—So it's okay to kill Roland?
Before the battle began, Orgulous had asked Li Lin.
It was a request, a way to pave the way for future exoneration of responsibility, and also a small provocation to that arrogant bastard.
—No problem.
Before the satisfaction could take solid form in his heart, a breezy reply had already fallen. Startled, he looked up to find a mocking cold smile waiting for him.
Li Lin did not explain, nor was there any need to explain.
The casual implication was clear at a glance.
—If you can manage that.
