"So that's it? I have no idea what you're playing at with this act, but it all sounds like nonsense."
After Damian and the others left, Monark immediately deflated like a punctured balloon and slumped lazily into a nearby chair. He wasn't about to keep up noble decorum every second of the day. The two of them knew each other too well for that to be necessary.
Su Ming turned around and had the Adjutant handle the emergency hotlines while he locked the surveillance feed onto Damian's group and watched them head toward the dining hall.
"It was just an idle move. Whether it'll be useful is another matter, but preparations have to be made—preparations for the worst."
"Other than the fact that he really has killed people, I don't see what's special about that kid." The Magic Prince yawned and pulled out a cigarette butt to pack with tobacco. "That little Black girl, though—is she a magical creature? Not bad."
Su Ming smiled and resumed eating his instant noodles. "Oh? Djinn is a magical spirit similar to a genie, and her main ability is wish magic. It isn't easy to earn a 'not bad' from you. Does she seem that promising?"
"How should I put it? If the timing were right, she would be fully qualified to become one of the Dimensional Demon Gods. In terms of talent alone, she might even be a little stronger than my disciple Agatha." Monark lit his tobacco and took a deep drag, then pulled out a rabbit and set it on his lap, stroking it. "You should know how good my eye is. Agatha is a once-in-a-generation magical prodigy among Earth's billions."
"How does she compare to Magik?" Su Ming asked, lifting a clump of noodles and slurping them down.
Monark rolled