The Truth?

Fulgrim's lips curled into a faint smile, a hint of amusement showing deep in his sinister purple eyes.

He had thought that even if his words, meant to strike at Alvin's heart, failed to make him "wake up," they would at least plant a seed of doubt in his mind.

Once the time was right, that seed called "doubt" would grow vigorously until it became the final straw that crushed Alvin and drove him to join Chaos.

But the result was that Alvin's reaction seemed a little different from what Fulgrim had expected.

"Oh? So what?"

Alvin tilted his head, looking utterly innocent. But the words out of his mouth somehow made Fulgrim furious.

"Did you even understand what I said?" Fulgrim's eyelid twitched. With the exasperation of someone watching a promising student go to waste, he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you really think you're saving humanity? No—the False Emperor is using you. He's no savior. He's just a hypocritical, selfish bastard!"

Alvin shot him a sidelong glance. "So what?"

Fulgrim's mouth twitched.

At that moment, an inexplicable fury rose in the Daemon Prince's heart. He wanted nothing more than to grab the brat and tear that insolent mouth of his to shreds!

"Honestly, you lot—"

Alvin sighed and scratched his ear with his little finger. "You, Angron, Lorca—it's always the same few lines, over and over. I'm sick of hearing them. Can't you come up with anything new?"

Hearing it once or twice would have been fine.

But every time, it was the same thing: either the Emperor had betrayed them, or the Emperor was a hypocrite, and on and on. Alvin was already tired of it.

"You might be right," Alvin said calmly, looking at Fulgrim. "But there's one thing I need to correct."

"Oh?"