Upon the Throne.
The Sin Lord narrowed her eyes, but did not immediately attack the intruder.
She wanted to see through this creature's disguise.
Yet, for some reason...
Everything her probing revealed about that crow seemed to tell her it was nothing more than the most ordinary crow, with nothing unusual about it whatsoever.
"Oh?"
A faint smile appeared on her face, revealing her fangs. Her gaze followed the crow circling the hall as she said:
"Interesting. There aren't many in Hell who can breach my palace's defenses and keep even me from seeing what they truly are. But none of the Origins I know are crows. Who do you serve? Dark Night City? Or those Jailers?"
"Tell me. Who are you?"
She was not worried in the slightest.
Because she, too, was an Origin. Here in Hell, apart from the Flesh Dominator, who could control her through her curse, she feared no one of her own rank.
And the Flesh Dominator was already dead.
The crow circled down and landed atop a tall lamp stand.
He said slowly:
"Have you forgotten me already? Should I write my name down for you? Oh, I forgot-you're completely illiterate. Even if I wrote it down, you wouldn't recognize it. What am I supposed to do about that?"
That voice carried an eerie amusement.
"You little brat."
The moment those words left his mouth, the servants around them flew into a rage.
And the Blood Radish who had been sitting on the Throne with a relaxed smile instantly narrowed her eyes. She sprang to her feet, her chest heaving, murderous intent blazing in her eyes as she said:
"Say that again!"
No one in this world dared call her a "little brat" to her face!
Clearly.
That single remark from Lynn had struck