Jumping to Conclusions

At that moment, the others also came to their senses and unleashed another concentrated barrage on Alfred. Although the blood crystals meant the damage he actually suffered was not serious, to him, consuming his own strength was no different from injuring himself. After all, without strength, he would be unable to move.

After withstanding a wave of attacks, Alfred immediately relied on his high agility to evade the attacks that followed. At the same time, he calmly said to Solam, "Your Annihilation Slash doesn't seem very powerful, does it?"

Solam raised a brow. He was laughing his head off inside, but his expression remained perfectly calm. Though no one else could see his face beneath his visor, his voice sounded unruffled, doing its utmost to convey that impression.

However, perhaps because he was forcibly suppressing the urge to burst out laughing, there was a slight flaw in that calmness, making Solam seem guilty instead.

"Hmph, just as I thought." As an old monster who had lived for ages, Alfred believed he could see through people's hearts. Hearing Solam's forced composure, he instinctively felt that he had guessed correctly. It was not really his fault, though—no one could have imagined that Solam would tell such an absurd lie.

"How did you know?!" Since this guy had misunderstood, Solam was happy to let him keep misunderstanding, so he simply played along. People always liked to believe their own subjective judgments, especially old monsters like Alfred. They had lived too long, and over time, naturally developed a sense of superiority, believing that after weathering so much, there were very few things in the world that could escape their judgment.

"Haha, kid, you're still too green!" Faced with Solam's questioning—or at least what he thought was questioning—Alfred immediately felt intellectually superior. What he did