The People I Hate Most Are Those Who Act Tough in Front of Me!

"Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group?"

Corillion repeated the name without a care, his face full of disdain. "Heh. This is Skullcrusher Corridor. Their reach could never extend this far."

Then the Blood Jester gracefully approached a freezer and took out three crystal glasses. They held a thick, nearly transparent liquid. He slowly set them on the table, then smiled with confidence. "I can assure you, as long as you're here, they'll never find you."

"Please~ Mr. Alvin."

As he spoke, he pushed the three drinks toward Alvin. "This is my exclusive concoction, Screaming Smoothie. I scrape Pain Honey off the walls of Skullcrusher Corridor, mix it with Blood Dust drifting over the battlefield, pour it into a glass, and freeze it. The moment it touches your tongue, sealed fragments of your lustful sensory memories burst forth. I guarantee you'll never want to leave."

"No, thank you."

Alvin glanced down at the thick liquid in the crystal glass. He had no appetite for it at all.

Besides, he'd seen with his own eyes how the "Pain Honey" of Skullcrusher Corridor was made. Who could possibly have an appetite for that?!

"If you're worried you won't like the Dark Eldar's flavors, there's no need." Corillion still wouldn't give up. "This one was specially made for you. There's no 'pain' in it, only 'ultimate pleasure.'"

Ultimate pleasure?

Sorry, but that made it even less drinkable!

Alvin still didn't touch the specially made Screaming Smoothie. "I already said I'm not drinking it. And—you're wasting my time, Blood Jester."

Being rejected again and again made Corillion's eyes grow colder. His scalpel-like fingers rubbed lightly against one another.

It was as if the air had grown a little more stifling. "Mr. Alvin, I don't think you understand the predicament you're in."

Alvin looked up and calmly met