"Show me how badly you want me on your side."
A cold wind blew softly against the cave walls.
Not a real wind, but a chilling coldness nevertheless that grazed the surface of the skin.
Hearing such a bold and disrespectful request made Gistella's blood run cold.
She was seething behind Tharulf.
Nothing would please her more right now than ripping Tharulf's head from his body.
But she held herself back.
It wasn't only her.
Evelyn's face also turned grim when she heard this.
"Don't make that kind of face, it doesn't scare me," Tharulf chuckled lightly, looking at Evelyn with a lot of hubris, and then to Gistella, not concerned at all. "The Royal Black Prince dreamed of a peaceful world. A world where everyone worked together instead of fighting against each other. I should not be afraid from the start, it was wrong of me…"
"Other than that Berserk Beta, none of you has the choice to kill me!" He laughed humorously.
