"You're arrogant."
The nephew's eyes grew cold at the blatant disregard, but Whisker shrugged lazily.
"Devilishly handsome, charming, and funny. Try to keep up."
"…Do you even understand your current situation?"
"Hm?"
The nephew asked in a cold voice, and Whisker looked at him in confusion.
"This enclosure is called the Dome of Cultivation. It directly counters your Untamed Wild."
"…Oh?"
"Surprised?"
The nephew smiled slightly at Whisker's silence, clearly pleased that he had finally gotten some kind of reaction out of him.
"…Honestly, yeah. It's a bit unsettling."
"…What?"
"You stalking me or something, you creep?"
"…"
The nephew clenched his fists at his sides, glaring at Whisker. The fact that this bastard still sat casually on his throne despite the situation was insane.
Slowly exhaling, he steadied himself and forced his expression back into a small, confident smile.
