Theron chuckled. "I'm not interested."
Ameridia was startled. She didn't really expect this answer. Daisy, however, seemed to pounce on it.
"I knew he was lying. There's no way his age is that young. The youngest King in the last 25 generations, ever since the Resistance Army started tracking it, was 77 years old. And it was the Supreme Commander himself. You expect me to believe this bastard made it to King at 17?! No, he's not a King, he's a Middle King, it's asinine!"
Despite Daisy's continuous outbursts, Ameridia didn't reprimand her. It was because it was truly too difficult to accept.
The gap was too large, too all-consuming.
Theron's talents completely broke their scales to the point the scales themselves seemed utterly meaningless.
"I'm not interested exactly because of that. General Ameridia knows that I came here for the sake of wiping out the Demon Corps until there's not a single soul left. I meant every word of that.
