Kyle's fair and handsome face darkened instantly, his tranquil expression replaced by a cold sharpness that made the surrounding temperature drop. He turned his head and glanced briefly at Nell, who was lying on the ground injured, and her two companions.
His lips curled into a thin, cold smile as he said in a calm but chilling tone, "Very good. Thank you for injuring this beast. Now, I will kill it myself… and avenge my two fallen brothers."
The yellow-faced young man and the long-faced young man stiffened, their expressions shifting from exhaustion to anger. They had nearly died fighting to weaken the three-headed black dragon, their spiritual pets severely injured, and one of their own gravely hurt.
Yet Kyle, with his lofty tone, acted as though their effort was nothing more than a convenient favor for him. His righteousness sounded grand, but to them, it was hollow and arrogant, and it made their hearts burn with silent fury.
