Selim, Who Was Scolded

Serim sat amid the ruins of the estate, looking toward London.

Even from several kilometers away, he could see the smoke and flames rising from the city.

He suddenly remembered something and turned his head, searching frantically.

"Anno, where is Arno No. 1? Where did Arno No. 1 go!?" he thought in panic, searching through the shattered remains of the laboratory. "Did it collapse? Or did something else happen?"

There was a terrible possibility in his heart, one so terrible that it filled him with fear.

But he did not want to admit it. He did not want to—

"Serim! Serim Zolgen!" Ruslan's teeth-gritting roar abruptly interrupted Serim's thoughts.

".Huh?" Serim turned around and looked toward Ruslan in bewilderment.

Only to see a fist rapidly filling his vision.

Bang!

"Urgh—"

The tall Serim was sent flying by the shorter Ruslan's punch, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Ruslan immediately charged after him without letting up and threw another punch at Serim's face.

"You—inhuman! Utterly depraved—bastard!!!"

"Pff—"

Ruslan grabbed Serim by the collar and half-hauled him up. Bloody tear tracks still stained his face as he howled hysterically.

"Even now! You still refuse to admit what you did?"

"All of this! Every collapse, every horror, all of it came from you—"

"From your handiwork, Serim Zolgen!"

Roaring, he punched Serim in the face again.

"You didn't inherit even the slightest fraction of Lawrence's greatness!"

"You're nothing but a cold-blooded maggot, doomed to live in the sewers!"

"You never revered life, never respected life! And now, the flawed life you created with your own hands is taking revenge on this world because of you!!!"

"You—you—"

"You insane, beast-faced piece of trash—!"

Bang! Ruslan threw another punch.

Serim looked at his little assistant through blurred vision.

Bloody tears dripped onto his face. Looking at