Melvil sprayed the tea in his mouth straight out without swallowing.
But it was not over yet!
The mere thought of the tea he had already ingested made Melvil's face turn extremely unsightly, and at that moment, Arthur, who was sitting cross-legged in his chair, began to deliberately rotate his ankle.
Even though he was wearing boots, this motion immediately reminded Melvil of…
Footskin!
Blech!
The creator of 'Death Mask', the strongest, one of the Earl of South Los's '16th Staff Team', the Grand Duke of the Inner Bay's spy, was hunched over, loudly vomiting.
Sitting opposite him, Arthur deliberately covered his nose and while making a dodging motion backward, he said.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you look just like a dog."
Silence.
Melvil, who was loudly vomiting, froze upon hearing these words.
He was reminded once again of that rainy night in South Los ten years ago, just after he had completed a 'hunt', when he encountered that man.
