Damn it... Klein cursed inwardly.
We barely exchanged two fucking words, and she already saw through me?!
Wasn't a woman in love supposed to be easy to fool?
This Vice Admiral of Ailment is far too perceptive...
Calm down! I have to calm down!
Facing Tracy's dark expression and murderous eyes, Klein forced himself to stay calm, his mind racing as he searched for a way out.
"Who the hell are you?! Why do you know about James Scott?!" Tracy's face twisted with rage.
"What have you done to Brando?!"
Why does this man know Brando's secret identity?
Not only does he know, he can even disguise himself as Brando!
What exactly has he done to Brando?
Could it be... could Brando have reached Bayam long ago, only to encounter this man before meeting me, and then been...
Oh God! Tracy scarcely dared pursue the thought.
"Brando... my Brando..."
Tracy's voice began to tremble with hysterical madness, and the spirituality around her grew agitated.
"What have you done to my Brando?! I'll kill you!"
"Calm down!"
Klein endured the discomfort brought on by the ailment and said hoarsely, "Brando is fine! He's perfectly safe in Loen!"
"He told me about his identity as James Scott himself!"
"Impossible!" Tracy cut him off sharply.
"Brando would never deceive me! He would never tell anyone else a secret that belongs to the two of us! And he certainly wouldn't let a vile bastard like you toy with my feelings!"
"You still dare slander him! Unforgivable!"
As Tracy berated him, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped several degrees, and a hair-raising aura settled over the area.
"I..."
Klein tried to explain further, but suddenly felt as though thick phlegm had completely blocked his windpipe. His lungs burned, leaving him unable to utter a complete sound.