Hearing the voice dripping with disdain, Coleman showed no reaction, merely smiling faintly.
So, which kind-hearted evil god had set its sights on this body the moment it was born?
Or rather, had it set its sights on "him," a soul from another world?
The question circled through his mind, and the smile on Coleman's face deepened.
"Perhaps it came to take me away?"
Murmuring softly, the white-haired gentleman's eyes filled with a hint of longing and unhealthy fascination.
"Being killed by an evil god wouldn't be such a bad choice, would it?"
Looking at the full moon on the horizon, he licked his lips, somewhat excited.
Evil god, don't disappoint him.
Glancing at the scorched floor below, he shrugged and prepared to leave this "ruin."
As he slowly made his way downstairs, Coleman called Garnet.
"Hi, darling. Are you ready over there? I've already completed the task you gave me~"
"Completed it?" Garnet's voice carried a smile, but his words sent chills down one's spine. "But the old man is still alive."
That was not what they had agreed on from the start.
Coleman's expression remained unchanged, though his words carried a trace of complaint. "Darling, give me a break. Going back and forth is too far. I helped you stop the bugs from the other territories, wasn't that enough? Besides..."
A dark gleam flashed through his blood-red eyes, malice surfacing in their depths. "Wouldn't it be more exciting if your dear uncles took matters into their own hands instead of outsiders?"
The moment he finished speaking, a scream rang out beside Garnet.
Instinctively shifting his gaze toward the center of the chaos, he saw one of his uncles holding the dagger he had "given" Coleman.
But now, the dagger was covered in blood.
The old family head, who