——Brother. You once said that the weak can only ever obey the strong.
——I killed the strong. You were wrong. The weak can also kill the strong. I have surpassed you.
The Sublimator who could travel through space-time silently walked in the darkness. He closed his eyes, letting the darkness become purer and more blurred.
——Brother. I met someone like you, someone who wants to 'change the world'. He too, from a position of weakness, defeated the 'strong'.
——I was amazed by that incredible possibility and wanted to invest in him to see what kind of spark his future potential could ignite...
Yet he invited me.
"Who does he think he is? A Fae who has just advanced to the Third Energy Level, actually daring to invite an Elven Speaker?"
Opening his eyes, Yafada muttered in a low growl, almost through gritted teeth: "Such arrogance, so high and mighty, that confidence is as if I am bound to agree with him—what on earth gives him that confidence?"
