"What is your intention in harboring the desire to kill?"
The humming ceased.
The scaleless and strange white dragon turned around, facing the man and the cat at the palace entrance.
Lann's cold and unwavering killing intent provoked him, but more importantly, it challenged his authority.
"Harboring the desire to kill me! The King and the Divine Beings!"
Ausloes, in fury, appeared to tremble, even with the arm holding something akin to an infant.
But when he turned around, Lann and Rong Buqiu saw that his arm actually held nothing at all.
"I am not your subject, Your Majesty."
The Demon Hunter spoke, expressionless, as he retrieved several glass bottles from the alchemy pouch at his waist and drank the contents.
"So when I see a King who disregards his subjects as mere research subjects, spreading unexplained results upon them, it is normal for killing intent to emerge from the depths of anger and contempt... right?"
