My mind went blank the moment I heard the name. My father. My current self's father. I stood still amidst the overwhelming tide of the Lionhart army, waiting for Greed's inevitable, sneering laugh. I waited for the cruel punchline that would dissolve the moment of terror.
'My father? You are joking, right?' I projected my mental voice, the query sounding less like a question and more like a desperate denial.
But no jest followed. Instead, I felt a sharp, cold slap of consciousness against the inside of my skull as Greed reiterated the fact.
{The most dangerous man I met while forming a contract with you is Ludovic Lionhart. The power I sensed from him far exceeds that of your current self. He hides it incredibly well, but the Great Me is too great to be fooled by this level of concealment. Hmph. This is all I will say for now. Knowing more will probably do you more harm than good.}
