Chapter 815

Evenson had never truly hated anyone in his life. Though he had killed quite a few people, he had never actually wanted to kill them.

Don't misunderstand—Evenson was not softhearted, nor had he been forced into killing his enemies. But because of his cultivation of Warlock magic, killing simply did not stir any feelings in him. Previously, he had only carried out necessary killings due to differing positions or conflicting interests.

By not wanting to kill them, he merely meant that he had never possessed an intense desire to see them dead. He had always been like that. The only one who had made him do something slightly out of line was that Abomination whose brain had apparently short-circuited during a fight and smashed his car. Even now, he still had not figured out whether it had been Abomination or Hulk who wrecked it.

But toward Kaecilius, Evenson harbored hatred from the bottom of his heart—entirely personal resentment. It had even given him the feeling that he would not rest until this man was dead. That was quite a novel experience for him. So there was no way he would let this go.

Klayya was the same. This girl was broad-minded in every sense of the word, almost to the point of being completely carefree. Although many dark wizards, demons, and monsters had died by her hand, there had been no hatred involved. She had merely carried out her responsibilities and missions with mechanical diligence.

But this time... I grew up without even my father ever hitting me, yet you stabbed me twice for no reason and nearly killed me. You think I can let you off?!

"Enough. I have my own plans for this matter. Do not speak of it further." Ancient One firmly rejected Evenson and Klayya's proposal