Hearing this explosive news, Davis wanted to sleep so badly.
He felt like giving up and throwing the towel but he forcefully kept his eyes open, glaring at the Twelve-Winged Seraphim Ancestor.
Their lazy staring contest extended for what seemed like a long while, both trying a lot of methods to awaken first, some failing, and quite a few being given up halfway.
Davis couldn't help but hate the silence. Considering this was also an opportunity, he narrowed his eyes.
"By the way- do you see anything else on me or in me?"
The Twelve-Winged Seraphim raised his head sleepily, "You mean the Being of Original Sin?"
Davis's lips twitched.
So casual? Or was this the effect of the Overbearing Calm Technique?
