Chapter 114: Exposed [2]
(Michael POV)
'Good. He's buying it.'
The faintest smile tugged at the edge of his lips.
'He's not treating me like a suspect anymore, just a curiosity. That's manageable.'
He risked a glance at Gileard's aura — it had settled to a low, disciplined hum, no longer trying to crush him. That, in itself, was a victory.
But deep down, he could feel Darken humming faintly, resonating against his palm as if amused.
The blade's presence was weighty yet strangely reassuring, like a living being purring in satisfaction after asserting its dominance.
'Yeah, yeah, don't get cocky, you edgy piece of metal'
Michael thought dryly. I almost coughed up my lungs just to keep up appearances.
'Still, the irony wasn't lost on him only five seconds ago, he was a step away from being branded a demon worshiper, and now, thanks to a single bluff and a blade that shouldn't even exist in this world yet, the whole script had flipped.'
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