Leol watched his opponent's every move, but fighting was not what occupied his thoughts.
Rather than fight, he hoped to gain something from his opponent, so the first thing he said was, "Actually, we don't need to be so hostile. Whatever you want to do, I can help you."
Obtaining abilities from the Three Royal Guards, or even meeting Meruem, was far too difficult.
He had already wanted to turn his sights toward humans. Now, looking at Morel and the spot where Knov had disappeared, he had taken an interest in their abilities.
"How very kind of you." Morel did not lower his guard in the slightest.
There were only two possible explanations for his opponent's current attitude. The first was that he had realized he was no match for them and, out of fear, hoped to talk his way into a truce or create an opportunity to escape.
But seeing how composed his opponent was, Morel immediately ruled that out.
That left only the other possibility: his opponent had an ulterior purpose!
Looking at the object in his opponent's hand, Morel became even more certain of his guess, because it looked far too much like a product of Conjuration.
And products of Conjuration, paired with Vows and Limitations, could always create special abilities capable of incredible effects once their conditions were met.
So Morel had no intention of letting his opponent keep talking. He understood the value of striking first just as well.
Smoke suddenly gushed from his mouth and rapidly spread through the surrounding area.
The civilians in the shattered house had long since huddled together in panic. Now, as the smoke erupted, it rapidly threatened to engulf them all.
The moment Leol voiced his probing offer, he realized his opponent was a tough customer.
Even so, he