Concede

"I have never considered myself a god!"

Leon drained the wine in his cup in one gulp, then set it heavily on the ground with a crisp clink.

He swept his gaze around, taking in all three of their expressions.

Solomon looked over, his expression still cold, yet as if he were studying something.

Gilgamesh stood with his arms folded across his chest, his icy eyes having already analyzed Leon thoroughly.

"But the way you think now is no different from those gods—the same arrogance and self-righteousness."

"Archer is right. Don't you think your current situation is rather contradictory, Berserk..."