What a master at shirking responsibility!!
What the hell kind of thing was that for a person to say?!
How shameless!!!
Yet Sunday seemed utterly unaware of just how shameless his words were.
"Some things, you don't need to know."
His response was as cold as a winter wind, but the strength in his hand unconsciously increased.
Elio: "..."
His body seemed to grow very light.
Even the sky... darkened.
For an instant, Elio felt as though he had been swept up by a vortex of space-time and transported directly to the Late Ming Dynasty, becoming that legendary King of Endurance.
But even so—
the dragonkin across from him still insisted on bringing up exactly what should not be mentioned, asking seriously,
"Could it be that Elio... did something outrageous?"
Bet on Your Bust Size and Duel!!
What the hell was this guy talking about?!!
The moment that voice softly rang out, Elio felt as though an invisible force had clamped tightly around his throat.
His entire body trembled involuntarily like a fallen leaf in an autumn wind, trembling and trembling...
Yet the trembling did not last long before quietly fading amid a strange calm.
—At that moment, Elio seemed to hear fate whispering.
His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Sometimes, fate was just this unpredictable.
Clearly, many matters could be explained perfectly well with only a few words.
But life, that super-strong-base criminal, never gave people the chance to defend themselves.
"What are you doing to Elio?!"
The instant the dragonman opposite saw this, fury seemed to flash across his face.
But—
someone even angrier than him was the young Sky Ring Clan man across from him.
That damned Elio.
He had made his beloved little sister turn against him, and had even plotted against him!!
"If you