"Why would someone on the mountain care about those at its foot?"
"Even if I lowered my head to look down, I might not even be able to see him now."
"And you'd better not forget that even if Rosen truly reaches the summit, it would only mean he has earned the right to challenge me, not that he can defeat me."
"I am the victor to be challenged."
Faced with Barolick Redfield's mockery, Douglas Bullet wore an arrogant expression.
"There's something else you seem to have forgotten."
"Before Rosen challenges me, he'll probably challenge you first!"
"So let me ask you, Barolick Redfield. He'll soon stand before you. How will you handle that when the time comes?"
He tilted back his neck, his tone shifting as his voice took on a teasing edge.
"..."
Hearing this, Barolick Redfield said nothing. The smile remained on his face, but his eyes changed slightly.
Rosen?
Though distance prevented him from reading the man's thoughts and memories, he knew very well that Douglas Bullet's words were not merely meant to oppose him. They were stating an ironclad fact.
It was not only the Devil's Descendant standing at the summit, but also the Lone Red. And Rosen, who was rapidly climbing the mountain, sought to replace not only the Devil's Descendant, but him as well.
The Lone Red.
Barolick Redfield.
Nor had he forgotten what Rosen had said on his first day in Infinite Hell.
Relics of the old era.
He had said it to every prisoner, and he had said it to him as well.
And since they were relics of the old era, they would naturally be swept into history's garbage heap.
"The power of the new era?"
"Then let me see it."
Barolick Redfield closed his eyes and no longer exchanged