Xianyu feigned confusion.
"A truce? Why don't I understand? Kids these days really are hard to figure out..."
Mimicking Bacchus's earlier gesture, he drew close affectionately and rested a hand on his shoulder. In the gentle tone one might use to counsel a rebellious teenager, he asked, "What's wrong, Bacchus?"
Bacchus sighed deeply, pressed his palms together in supplication, and drew out his words in a wheedling tone.
"Oh, come on... Eric, stop calling me a good boy or a sweet boy..."
Xianyu was thoroughly creeped out.
Some things... he really couldn't bring himself to say.
But he knew that when dealing with Aha, he had to be prepared to take them both down if he wanted to hold his ground.
Hurting his opponent a thousand points while taking eight hundred himself already counted as an exceptional performance.
Fortunately, Aha liked the identity of Bacchus and hadn't done anything beyond human capabilities.
In front of the Nameless, Bacchus used no special powers. He was simply a child whose voice hadn't even broken yet.
He was blunt and spoke without thinking, so he naturally, imperceptibly drove a wedge between Xianyu and the other Nameless.
Xianyu never cared what other people thought.
As he had told Hua, if one person disliked him, that person had a problem.
If a group of people disliked him, then those people knew one another.
And sure enough, Bacchus had proved Xianyu's theory through his actions.
Xianyu rarely left his room. With Bacchus adding a few embellished remarks, people's first impressions naturally left them prejudiced against him.
Xianyu didn't care, but Akivili cared very much.
The Aeon was determined to help him fit in with the Nameless, so he could only go along with that wish and do his best to clean up Aha's mess.
Fortunately, it