Villain Ch 1545. Why Couldn't We Have Just Died With Dignity
The golden head sighed so loudly it shook the remaining braziers on the walls.
"Our glorious legacy is in ruins."
"Because of him."
Bella hopped up onto a broken piece of pillar and perched herself casually. "Technically, you lost to the devil emperor first. So, y'know, small victories."
Allen chuckled, feeling some of the battle tension finally leave his muscles.
He stepped forward, tapping the blade of his sword lightly against his shoulder. "Alright, listen up."
The three heads snapped their gazes toward him, all different shades of attention—respectful, calculating, and cheerfully oblivious.
"You're mine now. My servant. My responsibility," Allen said, voice steady as iron. "You're not bound to mindless orders. You'll fight with me, not for me. Got it?"
The golden head lifted higher, glaring down at him like a king forced to bow to a street rat. Its voice rumbled low with disdain.
"We owe you nothing, mortal."
