"What did you just say?" Arthur asked.
Ha-joon clicked his tongue repeatedly. "Tsk tsk, I don't know how exactly you discovered my secrets, but do you really think Cecelia can escape from my grasp that easily?"
He lifted his chin. "I am the goddess's chosen, don't you know." He let out a small smile. "And don't think just because I've been restraining my fury, I can't end you right here."
He shrugged. "We might both be SSS-rank, but I could erase you in a second." His expression turned grim. "That sounds like a good idea. Why don't I—"
Ha-joon froze mid-sentence as Arthur lowered his head, then broke into a crazed yet restrained laugh.
"Hahahahahaha." He tried to suppress it. "Oh damn, you made my ribs hurt."
Ha-joon narrowed his eyes. "What's so funny?"
Arthur raised his hand. "Sorry, sorry." He smiled, tilting his head slightly. "But Ha-joon, you don't actually believe I'm weaker than you, do you?"
