"I---will murder you!"
James uttered these four words and looked at Vladimir with wild and angry eyes as he gently insulted him and his kin. Indeed, he was strangely torn between sadness and anger.
"Oh young man, you cannot kill me. I may be weakened, but I am like Zeus, like Nyx or Odin, like Gaia and Sun-Wukong, I have made it to the 150th floor. How can you kill me when you don't even have 1% of the strength of the person who imprisoned me here?" Vladimir replied and with that, he looked deeply at James.
James somehow managed to get to his feet. His holy sword had not left Clarent even after the blow he had received.
"Even if I die, I will somehow come back and kill you, if I have to beg the tower to kill a traitor," James muttered, and with that Vladimir's interest was piqued.
"Tell me, what is your dream?" Vladimir suddenly asked.
James rolled his head at the strange question and then asked, "What?"
