Villain Ch 1749. Unofficial Army
Allen's jaw twitched.
"Impersonators," he said coldly.
Red_King stared at the basin below, then back at Allen. "We need to help them."
Allen didn't reply.
Because he was already gone.
By the time Red_King turned, Allen was nothing more than a faint blur of movement tearing through the cursed fog like a ghost unchained.
"Damn it," Red_King hissed, drawing his sword and sprinting down the slope. "Could've waited like, one second—crazy bastard."
Allen didn't hear him.
Didn't care.
He wasn't running to save Alex. Or Elio. Or that dying little squad struggling to hold the line.
No.
This wasn't heroism.
This was curiosity.
Dark. Cold. Violent curiosity.
Because those people down there—those fifty idiots surrounding Alex and his personal annoyance Elio—they were claiming the Devil Emperor's name. Maybe not directly. But enough. Enough to piss him off.
