"That is not up to you."
After speaking, the cavalry captain urged his horse forward, reaching out to grab Carian's hair, his once gentlemanly smile turning hideous.
If it had been half a year ago, he might have hesitated to make such an extreme move, but now he no longer lacked reasons to descend into Hell.
Moreover—
Wasn't Sir Richter, who most deserved retribution, living just fine? There was no way a small figure like himself would be put ahead of such a figure.
Perhaps, Saint Sis was truly dead.
Just as he was thinking this, an overwhelming pressure, as if from the depths of his soul, descended like a thousand tons of thunder, causing his heart to tremble.
What is happening?!
In the carriage not far away, Taufu, who had been silently observing from the window, could no longer bear it.
The blatant bullying ignited a flicker of anger in the eyes of this "Alien" from a higher civilization, leaking a trace of the grandeur that belonged to a Giant Dragon.
