Felis could not suppress his sneer at all. Neither Gilbert nor Rute could possibly attack a low-level unlucky bastard like him with words.
Russell's command of language was truly impressive. He could actually repeat an Archmage's original words in such a disgusting way... and the key was that Felis could understand it, and easily figure out what those two had really said.
Most importantly, after figuring it out himself, was he supposed to insist that Russell repeat the original wording?
Those two had not exactly called him worthless... but once he started thinking in that direction, nothing he heard could sound good.
Felis could only accept it.
Russell had put all his talent into his tongue, hadn't he?
"Sometimes, I really think your mouth could hold up the sky if it fell," he said, still unable to hold it in completely.
"You really think too highly of me. That's far too great a responsibility—I definitely wouldn't dare claim it." Russell spoke with a cheerful smile.
"What got into you? Why did you have to come after me?"
"Because while I was walking down here, I reminisced about the good old days. Then I suddenly remembered that irritating face you used to make." Russell tilted his head before continuing with a smile.
Felis's face scrunched up. Of course he knew exactly how irritating he had been in his teens. He had only recently learned about his origins then, and had felt that everyone in heaven and on earth had wronged him. He had also deeply envied those true Hainalsons.
If he had once merely envied people more gifted than himself, then during that period, he had truly wanted to trade his blood for that of anyone else.
The reason he could take things so calmly now was truly because blow after