Gatros trembled violently.
If someone as skilled as Count Fenris exerted his power, those items would turn to dust in an instant.
He couldn't let that happen. He had to reclaim them at all costs.
âYou... you dare...âNoÌv(el)B\\jnn
His mind was in chaos. He wanted to grab that insolent bastard and tear him apart immediately.
Chiik...
Ghislain glanced at his arm, black energy crackling around it. Even though he'd blocked Gatros's attack, the manâs energy still lingered.
It was no ordinary power; even from a brief glimpse, it was clear to Ghislain that this force was exceptional.
âThat guyâs different. A priest, was it?â
â...â
âBut hereâs the thingâI donât really want anything from you.â
âYou bastard...â
âOh, wait. Actually, there is one thing.â
âWhat is it?â
Gatrosâs face twisted, veins bulging as he resembled a vengeful specter. Ghislain smirked.
âI want to know what these are. If you tell me, I might think about it. After all, they might be useless to me, right?â
Crack.
Gatros ground his teeth in frustration. The situation was humiliating.
He wanted nothing more than to tear Ghislain apart, but with the items he had searched so long for at risk, he had to suppress his fury.
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