"Is that so?" Manster glanced at the shadow on the ground and suddenly asked a question.
"Are you planning to have Kurapika carry out the safe plan?"
It was a plan to help Garnet solidify his position while conveniently concealing the intelligence station belonging to their Sko Hotel underground.
Its design was ingenious, yet dangerous.
The kind of plan where one careless step could send someone plummeting into an abyss.
If Coleman had carried it out himself, there would have been a ninety percent chance of success.
But now, Manster knew Coleman had no intention of leaving this place.
He had heard that white-haired man say it before: this was destiny.
"Setting things right and eliminating disruptive factors—the world has always done this remarkably well."
Even though Manster did not believe in destiny, nor did he think there was anything about Coleman that could be considered a disruptive factor.
But it did not matter. He respected his choice.
"The plan?" Coleman murmured softly. A flash of red passed through his golden eyes before realization dawned on him. "Of course. Otherwise, Garnet will throw a fit."
"Is that so?" Just as at the beginning, Manster replied with those same two words.
Only this time, he slowly backed away until he completely melted into the darkness.
Those black-violet eyes shone frighteningly bright in the dark.
They carried an innate chill, like an icy blade stabbing straight toward whatever they beheld.
"Who are you? That evil god?" It was phrased as a question, yet spoken with certainty.
Idly twirling a silver dagger in his hand, Manster smiled pleasantly. "Is he playing with curses? No, you were the one who threw him in there."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" 'Coleman' frowned, rising to his feet and looking at Manster with some displeasure. "I'm not