Annan could clearly perceive that Sumarokov Melvin's body was trembling slightly.
"What are you afraid of, Earl Melvin?"
Annan turned his head and glanced at Sumarokov with the corner of his eyes slightly raised: "I am about to personally escort you home next. In this matter, I never lie."
"Or are you afraid of—your own home?"
"No, no, no, how could that be..."
Sumarokov chuckled awkwardly.
But his rebuttal was so pale and feeble.
Annan chuckled lightly: "It's reasonable for you to be afraid. After all, you're just a puppet being pushed forward.
"Given your family's style, just knowing the secrets about the Death Pupa and the Corpse Body would get you bound by a Curse Binding meant for secrecy. And your status is far more important than those disposables—you have access to the high ranks of other families and can even reasonably come in contact with the bishops and even the Pope.
"How could [The God of Humanity] let you be without giving you a Curse Binding?"
