In a bright yellow room with brilliant sunlight spilling across the floor, Cyril's figure rapidly took shape before the window.
His gaze swept over Medici, who was eating an apple, and he threw the playing card in his hand like a dart.
Whoosh!
Medici casually caught the card and brought it before his eyes for a look.
"Oh, isn't this the 'Red Priest' card I gave you?"
"Does Adam treat you that badly? Are you so poor you have to give me my own things as gifts?"
"Why not consider following my Lord? At least then you'd have a few decent Mystical Items to offer."
Do Hunters' mouths come with permanently ingrained provocation skills? Cyril swept his gaze over him and said calmly:
"First, it isn't yours anymore."
"Second, it's a loan."
"It carries the aura of the City of Calamity. It might come in handy later."
"Besides, the only presentable thing you have right now is this Card of Blasphemy I'm lending you. You don't seem to be getting treated much better." Medici threw away the apple core after taking his last bite, then spread his hands.
"I'm just an Old Evil Spirit who recently crawled out from underground. Would you compare your wealth with a newborn baby's?"
Cyril nodded earnestly.
"Roselle's children were born in a palace. His second son was designated an Angel before he was even born."
The corners of Medici's mouth rose slightly.
"Some people never get to visit a palace in their entire lives, while others are born in one. Some have to advance smoothly all the way to become Angels, while others are born Mythical Creatures."
As he finished speaking, reddish-purple flames ignited in Medici's eyes, reflecting a Flame Giant with exaggerated proportions.
Cyril's smile stiffened slightly... He had completely forgotten that Medici