"My Lord's rebellious daughter, the last Princess... If circumstances permit, I do not wish to fight you either. Destroying the last bloodline My Lord left upon this earth would be a sin. If possible, I hope our martial contest can be limited to a wager. The loser shall agree to one request from the winner."
Damon.Mendel, the self-proclaimed King of Evolution, the lion-faced man who had always behaved like an irritable hysteric, somehow regained his composure at that moment.
Unlike the deathmatch he had provoked Lu PingAn into, he was trying to limit his battle with Eve to the level of a wager.
This was also one of the rules of a "martial contest." As long as both sides put forward their stakes, a duel pact made before the gods would have the continuity of its "oath" guaranteed by the deities.
The lion-faced man deliberately maintained a gentlemanly manner, but his malice was practically overflowing.
"...Cockroach."
"Hah! I called you Princess, don't think—" The lion-faced man instantly lost his composure.
Yet the little girl merely tilted her head, as though trying to recall something.
"I finally remember. That woman seemed to have mentioned you before..."
"My Lord mentioned me! What an honor, what—" Dimon was instantly ecstatic.
"Right, right, I remember! She said there was an 'Inferior Amoeba' that had deliberately altered his face to resemble her race, forcibly turning his human face into the ugly face of a deformed child from her mother's race... Hehe, she told us sisters about it as a joke. 'Ugly Imitation Monster,' 'a cockroach that doesn't know its place and dreams of eating swan meat.'"
"Enough!"
Damon.Mendel flew into a rage, recalling that being's cold, cruel gaze, before instantly calming himself again.
"Princess, if you are trying to fabricate lies to anger me, then