Kamikawa Takumi raised the Giant Eagle until it was level with the Wine Gourd. He didn't like being looked down on.
"You know me?"
"Of course. I'd heard of the great God's Pen back when I was at the Iron-Cast Palace."
The Iron-Cast Palace had a natural advantage when it came to gathering information and intelligence.
Monsters could infiltrate human society and pass themselves off as humans, but humans could hardly disguise themselves and infiltrate monster society.
That was why the Iron-Cast Palace had a thorough and in-depth understanding of Area 11, especially its Ace-level superhumans.
Kamikawa Takumi's file had been created long ago, while the previous Ghost Lord was still alive.
Shuten-doji pulled two wine cups from his sleeve and filled them from the gourd. Then he tossed one lightly toward Kamikawa Takumi.
Kamikawa Takumi caught it without trouble. The liquid inside was clear and pure, and not a drop had spilled despite flying dozens of meters.
"Have a drink with me. This is fine wine I've kept for years. You can't get it anywhere else."
Shuten-doji raised his cup in greeting, then drained it in one gulp.
When he saw Kamikawa Takumi remain motionless, he smiled. "Why worry? At our level, only sheer strength can decide the winner. Cheap tricks won't cut it anymore."
"Well said."
Kamikawa Takumi smiled wryly. "But even a three-year-old knows not to drink something with an unknown origin. Do you think I'm an idiot?"
As he spoke, he casually tossed the cup into the seawater below.
Shuten-doji had a history of this. Back at the Iron-Cast Palace, he'd secretly cursed the wine to ambush Fang Cheng and the others.
And now he dared to speak so righteously. Kamikawa Takumi had never seen a monster so shameless.
Shuten-doji shook his head. "You misunderstand me