Looking at the powerful divine descendant in front of him, Aiden calmly asked:
"Hello, can I help you?"
Although Aiden spoke politely, the displeasure was clearly evident in the tone of his voice.
After all, nobody would take kindly to someone suddenly appearing out of nowhere and breaking them out of their own meditation.
When Kain heard Aiden speak, he didn't seem to recognize Aiden's displeasure and instead showed a toothy grin.
"Indeed, you can help me. That technique you showed back in the arena—do it again. I want to try it out."
Aiden heard this, and the fake face of politeness he had put on completely shattered. If what Aiden's face looked like before could only be described as a hint of slight displeasure, then now it turned as gloomy as a dark cloud.
Who did this guy think he was? Was he some sort of circus animal that would perform?
Aiden looked at Kain, his face cold.
"I refuse. You can leave now."
