"Why are you looking at me like that?!"
Tark rose to his feet and roared at Qin Xa.
"You were at fault in this too!"
"Yes, yes, that's right. I let Julius choose any guard he wanted, but I didn't tell him to choose Kleist. I regretted it the moment I learned about Kleist's relationship with you."
"Afterward, because of Kleist, I went to speak with people from the Julius Family. They returned Kleist, who had only just begun undergoing modification and enhancement, but... but I killed them."
"If Kleist hadn't been your friend, I wouldn't have gone looking for them, much less killed them!"
"..."
Tark was already hysterical.
At that moment, Qin Xa could not make sense of a madman's state of mind, but Angron could empathize with it deeply. He also wanted to observe and ponder things as Qin Xa had previously suggested.
From Tark's emotions, Angron sensed that the madman regarded Qin Xa as a like-minded friend.
Because of what had happened at the estate.
From Qin Xa's ruthlessness, Tark had seen that he was someone worth cooperating with, and had even believed that Qin Xa shared the same goal as him.
When an unacknowledged madman suddenly discovered someone of his own kind, of course he would treat that person as a friend.
But from beginning to end, Qin Xa had looked at him as though he were a madman and a freak. That hurt Tark deeply.
"Sorry... sorry..."
Tark panted as he crouched down, no longer screaming furiously at Qin Xa.
"You know... I'm mentally unstable..."
"Don't hold it against me."
Hearing that, Qin Xa frowned. He still stood before Kleist, looking at Tark as though he were mad.
Angron sensed sorrow from Tark.
"Then how about this?" Tark suddenly stood up. "You wizards can