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Unlike his earlier caution, which had even bordered on meekness.
Though Peggy's expression was grim, his entire demeanor seemed transformed, and icy glints flickered in his bean-sized eyes.
It was murderous intent, but more than that, something rising from the depths of his heart...
Brutality!
Yes, brutality!
Greisa had seen such brutality more than once.
The twisted men in the Inner Bay's prison cells possessed that same brutality.
The most memorable had bitten off the nose of a guard delivering food. Even as everyone around him punched and kicked him, the bastard had chewed up the nose and swallowed it.
At the time, eleven-year-old Greisa had been intensely curious.
He had eaten the man with lettuce and beans.
He hadn't tasted very good.
Tough and rank.
Nowhere near as delicious as roasted pork knuckle.
But from then on, he had become infatuated with his visits to the prison.
He loved watching those men, their hearts filled with bloodlust and brutality, panic at the sight of him.
For that reason, he sometimes didn't mind changing his menu.
Of course, Peggy was different.
Peggy wasn't in a prison cell.
Peggy was in Rondohart Port in Bette Territory.
So when Greisa saw Peggy return, he wore a smile.
"Peggy, have you made up your mind?"
Greisa asked.
"Yes!
I agree to your terms. Once we kill Depro and Diliven, half of Rondohart Port is yours.
When do we begin?"
Peggy nodded, squeezing the words out through clenched teeth.
He had still been hesitating over whether to cooperate with the Little Lion before him.
The Third Son of Count Bette knew perfectly well how ruthlessly the Little Lion devoured people, leaving nothing behind.
But!
That bastard Depro!
You forced me into this!
Peggy roared inwardly.
That silent roar echoed in his own ears,