"Now that this miracle has arrived, I'm afraid you can no longer remain peacefully on your own patch of land, can you?" Michelangelo said with a faint smile, then continued, "Even if your father is willing to stay in one corner, I'm afraid you won't be."
After saying this, Michelangelo did not wait for Bradman's reply. He called to his subordinates and strode outside. "We'll leave things at that for today. Next time, we'll have a proper fight."
Bradman could not help frowning at Michelangelo's words. Anger showed on his face, yet he could not exactly roar something like, "I want to rebel! I want to destroy the Southern Pact Alliance!"
However, Li also knew that even if Bradman wanted to turn the Alvarez Principality into a machine, the reason would lie with Zeref. There was no need for Bradman to start a war. His current position was already excellent: as the young lord of the powerful, martial Alvarez Principality, he would inevitably become its true leader in the distant future. Zeref stood behind him, and he himself was a powerful man...
Moreover, an important woman stood by his side. If someone claimed that a person like him would stake everything on unifying the entire continent, only a ghost would believe it. Yet as Li looked at the black-clad woman beside Bradman, a meaningful smile appeared on his face. In truth, he did not intend to let this woman remain at Bradman's side.
Li needed to obtain a great deal of information from her. In an instant, a plan targeting Bradman took shape in his mind, while Bradman had no idea that August, whom he utterly looked down upon, had already spread a vast net around him.
Everyone had a demon in their heart, but that demon was sealed within