Ermi heard the cursing, but he paid it no heed, because the voice came from the Flame Giant he had already defeated, now barely clinging to life within the Frost Domain.
To Ermi, the furious roars and rebukes of a defeated opponent were pale and powerless, utterly meaningless.
On the other side, however, Angel's expression turned exceedingly subtle when he heard the curses.
"Why does this voice... sound a little familiar?" Angel looked toward the Flame Giant kneeling on the Vast Snowfield, his eyes gleaming with scrutiny. Not only was the voice similar—even the tone, trailing cadence, and fury when it muttered "Frost Isel's spy" were exactly the same.
"You're that silly... fuzzball monster?" Angel's figure flashed, and he appeared above the Flame Giant, looking down from on high.
"You despicable spy, I will never believe your excuses again, nor will I answer any of your questions!" A sharp yet slightly childish voice rang out.
Angel's gaze became even stranger. "Is that so?"
"Yes, I won't answer you."
Angel nodded. "I remember you self-destructed earlier. You didn't die?"
"Who self-destructed?! I didn't self-destruct! That was Keluo Keluo's innate ability..." At this point, the Flame Giant paused, seemingly realizing something. "Ahhh, damn it! You're trying to trick me into talking! Clever Dangros won't fall for your trap!"
Angel clapped his hands. "Dangros, you really are clever. I believe that if your ancestor Kalomengqisi heard what you said, he would surely applaud your cleverness just as I am doing now."
"Hmph!" Of course.
Angel: "..."
The familiar flavor, the familiar recipe, and the familiar ancestor.
This fellow called "Dangros" even sounded smug, as though he had seen through Angel's scheme.
Yet he had not considered at all that both his own identity and that of the fuzzball monster from before had been