Raymond stared at Annan, his eyes growing redder with hysterical rage. "You destroyed everything the Raymond Family built for a bunch of peasants!?"
"Annan Reeves, you don't deserve to be a noble. You deserve to die... Aaaah!"
Raymond charged at Annan, but the moment he neared the iron bars—or rather, Annan—he screamed and flew backward, crashing into the damp, filthy wall.
Annan looked down at him without a trace of pity. "It's all right. You won't be alone."
He wouldn't be the only one.
The Mad Dog Duke and Clo were waiting for him in Hell.
Perhaps they could even form an Avengers Alliance down there, if the Lemures didn't eat them first.
"And don't misunderstand. I'm not singling you out."
Grand Lord Raymond struggled to his feet, hair hanging messily over his forehead. The confidence he had radiated not long ago had turned to utter disarray.
He glared coldly at Annan. "I should have killed you on the spot."
"You couldn't have," Annan said earnestly.
"If I'd used everything I had to kill you, neither your Floating City nor your Blue Dragon could have saved you in time."
"See? You don't understand your enemy. You thought you had everything under control, but arrogance still blinded you."
As Annan spoke, a gleaming Crystal rolled out of his pocket. "Ah, sorry," he said, picking it up.
"What's that?" Grand Lord Raymond could tell he had dropped it on purpose.
"Oh, nothing. Just a little thing that, if I accidentally break it, will bring out six Legendary fighters to kill every enemy in front of me."
Grand Lord Raymond fell silent for a long time. "...Are you the Empire's illegitimate son?"
"Everything I have today came from my own hard work."
"Heh..."
"See? You still don't believe me."
"You expect me to