"You are one of the evil ones, deserving to be conquered!"
Another unexpected response for the man, who was quite satisfied with the night's encounter.
"So, you mean to say that one day, you'll kill me, the one who granted you a second life—with the power I bestowed upon you?"
York did not answer; he simply dragged the chains and stood up stubbornly. For a moment, the man almost didn't recognize York.
Gami buried a kind yet foolish Priest alive, while the man dug out a monster filled with rage.
"I look forward to that day," the man said, immensely pleased, "As for my name..."
"You can call me Regent King."
...
In the shabby, dilapidated little house, Gami illuminated by the dim oil lamp, busily packed countless stolen goods into a bundle. Outside, thunder and rain poured down, his expression both tense and excited.
Gami had finally done it; he had finally killed York.
"Hahaha! Priest, I've wanted to do this for a long time," Gami laughed uncontrollably.
