Selyu didn't give Lorenzo a chance to speak at all, her cold gaze fixed straight on him.
"So... Lorenzo, now that you're fully armed, is it because you're used to this way of life, or are you afraid of something?"
Lorenzo always carried weapons with him, lived with them, slept with them, one might say he himself was a terrifying weapon.
"Why do you think so?"
Lorenzo asked back. He wasn't angry at Selyu's relentless inquiry; instead, he found it intriguing.
"Do I need to be afraid of anything?"
Lorenzo asked again, but this seemed more like a question for himself than for Selyu.
What is there for the invincible Mr. Lorenzo Holmes to fear?
It seemed like nothing.
Whatever hardship came his way, Lorenzo overcame it. He might die but would come back again, wielding his Nail Sword to strike his enemies.
