(The previous chapter has been revised)
"Gerard, you're being overly cautious, it's just a spilled drink."
"Besides, we're in Volcano City, who would dare act recklessly in front of Lord Demon God?"
Allen reached for the wine decanter on the table, the battle armor on his arm making a muffled clashing sound as he poured himself a glass, then poured one for the visitor.
After finishing a glass by himself, he stood up.
"I'm going to cultivate, it's your turn next."
As they brushed shoulders, Gerard, beneath the menacing battle armor mask, flashed a hint of doubt in his eyes, turning his head, he watched Allen stride away from the palace.
Allen was acting as usual.
But just now he clearly heard a muffled groan, and sensed a strange Spiritual Power fluctuation, could it have been a mistake in his perception?
Yet he felt something was off.
Boom Boom.
