"You see, Cult Master…"
Mauriss muttered while slowly leaning back against his chair, as the crazed amusement lingering within his eyes gradually faded into something colder and significantly more dangerous.
"Just like how you possess very little tolerance for threats directed toward your children, I possess very little tolerance for threats directed toward myself.
The difference between us however is that while you place emotional value upon familial bonds and attachments…
I place that same value upon my own existence instead."
A twisted smile slowly spread across his face while rain clouds rumbled far above the Eternal Garden's distant skies.
"And unfortunately, your son has now openly declared his intention to kill both Clarence and myself someday.
Which means…"
Mauriss tilted his head slightly while staring directly toward Mairon.
"…that you and I will most likely stand on opposite sides of a battlefield eventually."
His smile widened further.
