Boom!
Amid the thunderous roar relayed by the probe, the Decision Room was dead silent.
Yegor clutched his coffee cup, dumbfounded.
And not just him. At that moment, everyone with ears could feel it...
That malice and mockery, condensed into something tangible, stabbed like invisible blades into the weak points of reason and the Old Scars of the Soul, stirring them wantonly, tearing at them brutally.
Making old blood flow once more, bringing unbearable throbbing pain—and new wounds.
How could that little honeyed mouth, as though blessed and coated in sugar, say something so utterly inhuman?
If it had been him...
Yegor sucked in a sharp breath of chilled air, the veins in his forehead throbbing wildly.
No. Just thinking about it was enough to send his blood pressure through the roof!
He had thought Old Turtle's mouth had already reached the pinnacle, but who would have thought there were always heavens beyond heavens in this world?! Or did Old Turtle know how to do it too, only he was too kind to ever use it on him?
For some reason, Russell suddenly seemed far more noble in his eyes.
This time, under everyone's watchful gaze, it was Russell's turn to fall silent.
Wanting to speak, yet stopping himself.
"...Would you believe me if I said he taught himself?" Russell defended himself helplessly.
"Right, right, exactly."
"I believe you, I believe you!"
"That's how it was!"
The moment he finished speaking, everyone agreed in unison, nodding frantically with expressions that said, I really believe you, so please don't use your power, which instead made Russell feel somewhat shattered.
How had he, the dignified Lord of the Heavenly Kingdom Lineage, ended up taking the blame for that bastard every day?
How had the hierarchy gotten so messed up?!
But since... he