"You aren't holding back, huh?" Abraham grimly smiled while signaling his men to step back. The arrival of the red-haired Inquisitor was expected. After all, he wouldn't leave until Abraham's head was within the clutches of his fingers.
"Underestimating you would be my downfall. I wouldn't want to end up like those trash." Leonhart remarked while pointing at the spot where the corpses of the Inquisitors formerly gathered. At the moment, only a tinge of their ashes were left behind.
"You sound like you hate your subordinates." Abraham raised his eyebrows since Leonhart was acting like his subordinates had killed his family. The way he spoke about them was as though speaking of maggots beyond human reasoning.
