"Uh..."
Heros was left at a loss for words by Arthur's remark.
After a brief pause, Heros looked at Jane with disdain and said, "That's different. My father has an extremely powerful body. That woman can't even protect herself. I could poke her to death with just my little finger."
After saying that, Heros placed his empty wineglass on the table and reached for another.
"Tsk, you troublesome brat!"
However, after hearing Heros constantly throwing around words like "kill" and "die," Arthur punched him on the top of the head.
"Uncle..." Arthur's sudden punch interrupted Heros as he reached for the wineglass. Looking at Arthur in confusion, he asked, "Why did you hit me?"
Heros was very hot-tempered with outsiders, but he was gentle with his family. That was why he was not as unruly and arrogant as he had been when he first faced Thor and Father Odin.
"If I don't hit you now, no one will be able to keep you in line."
Arthur no longer wore his earlier joking expression. He placed the wineglass in his left hand on the long table, then said to Heros earnestly:
"Kid, I understand your current mindset. You have the capital to look down on everyone and everything, and to disregard any race or creature. But you can't be so obsessed with killing. Understand?"
"Uh... Am I?"
Heros seemed completely unaware that his murderous intent was so strong.
"Kid, let me ask you. What did it feel like the first time you killed someone?" Arthur asked in a deep voice.
"The first time I killed someone..." Heros recalled Pierce, the leader of Hydra, then answered without hesitation, "I didn't feel anything. It was like crushing a bug."
"I heard you tore that Cursed Warrior apart with your bare hands. Is that