How Dare You Show Off in Front of Me

Matou Zouken did not understand what Duke meant by saying he had killed him once before. It was utter nonsense. He had been living perfectly well all this time, and he would continue living in the future.

Matou Zouken possessed an almost obsessive greed for longevity. The longer he lived, the more afraid he became of death—a truth perfectly embodied by him. To stay alive, he had abandoned his human body and turned himself into magical insects, prolonging his life by parasitizing other people's bodies.

At the mention of eternal life, Matou Zouken began plotting anew. Duke's sudden intrusion was, in his eyes, a modest surprise. If he could...

Matou Zouken scrutinized Duke's delectable body from head to toe, just as Duke had scrutinized Rider. He practically wanted to press his face right against it.

"Nameless Master, aren't you going to state your name before a senior of the magecraft world?"

Duke had no idea he had been added to the Zerg carnival menu. Still brimming with ill intent, he answered, "My name is Makiri Zolgen, a Magician with lofty ambitions."

Matou Zouken's expression instantly turned incomparably grim. "You actually know that name. It seems you came prepared. State your purpose."

"I came to visit my disciple's home and check in on you, a dying old man, while I was at it. Come to think of it, it really is rude for a junior to visit without bringing a gift. But it's the middle of the night, and all the malls are closed. I really couldn't find a clock shop." Duke wore a troubled expression before inspiration suddenly struck. "How about I draw one on your wrist?"

"..."

Matou Zouken's killing intent surged. He crossed Duke off the Zerg menu. The fresh body could wait; first, he would chop Duke