As the saying went, don't slap someone in the face or expose their shortcomings when insulting them. Just like how I'd never discussed getting a perfect score on an elementary school final in front of Ding Dang. But this Fallen Apostle clearly had no sense of propriety in that regard. The bastard dared to say anything and mock anything, so no wonder I'd gone straight for his face the moment I arrived...
"A Jun, honestly, from the front, you really do look like the back of someone's head."
Sandora poked my arm with her enormous claw. Since I was still in Void Form, direct contact with my body was uncomfortable for her, even if an Emperor-Class being wouldn't actually be hurt by it. So she simply poked me with the even more heavily defended giant Void claw of hers. This girl really had no psychological burden about her Abyssal Form anymore. I didn't know whether that was because of my previous counseling or because she'd discovered someone standing before her who looked even more hideous than she did. "But now that I think about it, you do look pretty imposing like this. Like a villain."
I didn't know how to respond to Sandora's compliment. I could only sigh and conclude that something might really be wrong with this girl's aesthetic sense. Then I turned and looked at the prisoner, who was still deeply unconscious and suspended in midair by Blue Chains. "Say, I didn't beat him to death, did I?"
"Although you pretty much smashed up the structures inside his head, he should recover after a while."
Sandora poked the prisoner's neck with her claw and spoke with absolute certainty.
A chill immediately ran through me. Going all out against a Fallen Apostle was perfectly normal, but hearing that I'd