After reading the prophecy about himself, Cordis showed none of the fear Chrollo had expected.
Instead, he was unusually calm.
"Aren't you afraid?"
Chrollo pointed at the prophecy as he asked.
Cordis paused at the question, shrugged indifferently, then gave Chrollo an ingratiating smile.
"More than dying, what I care about right now is when I can go home."
Chrollo hadn't expected that answer either, and he froze for a moment.
Then he lowered his head and began laughing nonstop.
His laughter echoed through the empty building, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Cordis had no idea what Chrollo found so funny.
He only knew that, if he wanted to get home sooner, he should laugh along like an idiot.
"Cordis, you're far more interesting than I imagined."
Chrollo stopped laughing, bent down slightly, and patted Cordis on the head.
Then he waved him off.
"You don't have to join in what comes next. Go home early."
Cordis, who had still been trying to think of a way to persuade Chrollo, was thrilled to hear that.
He quickly got up from the floor and thanked Chrollo.
Then he left the building without looking back, heading downstairs so fast that he seemed afraid Chrollo might suddenly change his mind.
Chrollo watched with a smile as Cordis gradually disappeared from sight.
Once he was certain Cordis really had left,
his expression returned to its usual impassivity.
He left the room and headed for the top floor.
Tonight would be a fierce battle after all.
Cordis, who had left the scene ahead of time, clearly had no such worries.
It was only around seven or eight in the evening when he left the building.
If I hurry, I might even make it back for a late-night snack.
It was just a shame he hadn't seen