The horn-curled Half-Blood Demon had not originally harbored much malice. At least compared to the other pig, his hostility had been far more restrained.
But after he smiled and said, "I would be more than happy to answer," an intense wave of malicious intent poured out from his body. More importantly, that malice was directed solely at Angel.
Yet even such sky-soaring malice had little effect on Angel. After all, Ermi, whose malicious intent was far more vicious, was constantly at his side. The horn-curled Half-Blood Demon's hostility was truly a small matter.
Angel was simply growing more and more curious. How exactly had he offended this person? All that malice was heaped upon him alone, and the grudge seemed far from small.
"Just as expected, this little assault of malicious intent is completely useless against you." The horn-curled Half-Blood Demon did not seem surprised. "You carry the scent of quite a few undead. It seems you have killed no small number of them."
Angel said, "So you are targeting me because I killed many undead? Are you grieving for the rabbit when the fox dies?"
"Grieving for the rabbit when the fox dies—that is quite an interesting description. But no." The horn-curled Half-Blood Demon said, "I have never considered myself undead, so there is no premise for such grief."
Although everyone had classified the horn-curled Half-Blood Demon as undead, judging from his previous conduct, he truly did not seem like one. He was elegant, polite, and tactful. Aside from his refusal to reveal any information, he was no different from an ordinary living being.
"Then where does your malice toward me come from?" Angel sensed the surroundings. The other party's hostility had still not been withdrawn and continued to linger at his side.
Even while releasing such immense malice,