Greed narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Monarchs' bracelet on Raon's wrist. His irises thinned, gleaming like coins.
"What do you plan to do by expanding that vessel?"
He sent a flickering, ominous gaze, as though trying to discern Wrath's intent.
- "Nonsense! It's not me! This ghostly brat is playing both you and me like fools!"
Wrath flailed his arms, shouting in frustration, though of course Greed couldn't hear him.
"Whether I use the Monarchs' Authorities to destroy the continent or slay gods is none of your concern."
Raon tilted his chin arrogantly, as if he could accomplish it all.
"That much is true."
Greed smirked faintly and nodded.
"Still, I can't shake my doubts. Are you Wrath, or just the vessel pretending?"
His eyes glowed calmly, scrutinizing him.
- "Exactly! This isn't me! The Monarch would never disgrace himself like this!"
Wrath waved his arms desperately, begging to be recognized.
'As expected, Greed is dangerous.'
