"Alright, alright, while your Eldest Brother is at Mom's, I think it's essential for you to explain things to Father."
Coleman, wearing high heels, showed no signs of discomfort and even leaned against the door frame as usual, holding the champagne that the butler had just brought over.
He gently swirled his wine glass, looking down at Killua: "If you don't explain yourself clearly, things will get complicated when your friends arrive."
"Friends?" Killua's eyes lit up. " Gon's back, right?"
Coleman nodded indifferently; he had looked for the kid before he left.
He was told with great enthusiasm that the Zoldyck Family was exceptionally hospitable!
People around Killua's age are especially welcome to come over to play.
They even pretended to be distressed and told stories that sounded like tales.
Phrases like, "Because he had no neighbors, Killua had no peers to play with during his childhood," or " Killua was so lonely, of course Gon would be welcome to come and play," are used to describe this.
Coleman could concoct such white lies with ease.
He showed not a shred of remorse towards the naive child who was completely taken in.
Not only did he openly give them the address, he even bought tickets for the three of them to the station near the Zoldyck residence.
If you ignore the bloody fight with Hisoka, Gon might call him a great philanthropist!
"But..." Killua was a little worried when he thought about his family's strict and bizarre entry requirements.
Coleman ruffled his short, white hair and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, how bad could someone Hisoka have chosen be? Besides... anyway, there's nothing to worry about."
As he said this, he nudged his hesitant younger brother and said with a smile, "Right now, what you should do most is to appease Father, and even persuade him to agree to your training."
Even though he knew his Second Brother was full of empty talk, he had to admit that his suggestion was absolutely correct.
Killua pursed his lips, turning back every few steps.
Clearly, he didn't want to face that strict father.
Just before Coleman's gaze turned dangerous, Killua finally stopped his dawdling.
The little rascal ran quickly to the end of the corridor, turned a corner, and then poked his head out again.
He said with a grin, " Second Brother, you look absolutely stunning in this outfit!"
Coleman laughed and yelled, "Get out of here!"
While saying this, his eyes were actually taking in his own height.
Of course it looks good; it was Mom's carefully selected choice.
Coleman's fingers unconsciously rubbed against the fabric as his mind replayed his conversation with Kikyo.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
So, she knew, right?
Knowing I might...
Before I could even think about the outcome, the phone inside the lining rang.
Coleman took out the phone in an extremely undignified manner.
There was no way around it; the corset was just too tight.
The caller ID displayed three large characters.
Manster.
"Long time no see." The moment the call connected, a mature voice, tinged with a hint of weariness, rang out from the other end.
Coleman swirled his wine glass, a smile playing on his lips. "What's wrong?"
"Honey, I'm sorry to inform you that your game may have to end early." Manster fiddled with his lighter, his tone laced with schadenfreude, a hint of dejection and despair.
"..." Coleman did not reply, but listened calmly as the person opposite him announced the investigation results.
" The Curse of the Death Serpent, Krenosia's whisper. The inscription wrapped around your hand is something that drains life force."
Manster's voice, unusually, showed some emotion. "There's no solution. You're just waiting to die."
"Ha..." Coleman crushed the wine glass, a cold glint flashing in his crimson eyes.
No one in this world can pronounce his death.
Even if it's just a vague and unfounded curse.
On the other end of the phone, Manster spun his executive chair, looking rather uninterested. "Don't doubt it, my patron, this is unsolvable unless you can find a counter-curse."
"And what about my eyes? Has Kim written to me?" Coleman wiped his hands, which were covered in red liquid, with a handkerchief.
As Manster searched, he replied, "It's here, but, I'm sorry, it's also a life-draining curse. Darling, it seems fate wants you dead."
"Hiss..." Coleman gasped, then slowly exhaled after a moment. "It's nothing serious. I'm looking forward to death."
It always has been, and there's even been a bit of anticipation.
"But if he dies so hastily, I think even as a ghost I will not let the person behind this get away with it."
Manster spread out the stack of papers. "So..."
"After you've dealt with Garnet's mess, come with me again."
The location wasn't specified, but Coleman believed Manster would know where it was.
"That Snake Island?" Manster sighed helplessly, "Are you trying to drag someone down with you even if you die?"
Coleman gazed at the moon in the sky, a smile playing on his lips.
"It's still uncertain who will emerge victorious."
The crimson eyes reflected the cold moonlight.
Beneath the floating ice lies a surging, turbulent seabed of magma, brimming with fury and murderous intent.
It was dazzling and eye-catching, yet filled with a sense of despair.
"Believe me, my dear, none of those who scheme against me will prosper."
Coleman laughed wildly, his tongue tracing the sharp canine teeth.
He's the only one in this world who schemes against others.
Manster paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
Yes, yes, that's it.
That's the kind of person who's vengeful and holds grudges.
He loved it so much; it had an irresistible, damnable charm.
Unconsciously biting his fingers, evil thoughts swirled around Manster.
He thought Coleman would panic upon hearing such news and would do everything in his power to find a solution.
Who would have thought—no, precisely because it's Coleman —that this approach is normal.
This guy's first reaction was to find the culprit and get revenge!!
The Curse of the Death Serpent lies in the grave, and those naturally born scarlet eyes, if I'm not mistaken, come from the Dark Continent.
This guy actually wants to go to two places that others wouldn't even dare to dream of, and challenge the local 'local bullies' to a duel.
"Aren't you afraid of dying?" Manster feigned doubt, even though he already knew the answer in his heart, he still wanted to hear what the other person had to say.
As expected, the arrogant and conceited man spoke with a cold laugh.
"If it dares to take my life, then why can't I take itss?"
As for what happens next? Who cares about the future?!
" Manster, you must always remember..." Coleman tossed the silver dagger in his hand, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Whoever it is, whether I want to or not, anyone who dares to take my life will die."
Looking at the moon in the distance, he continued speaking in a hoarse voice.
" Manster, this is destiny."
The destiny set by Coleman.