"Submit to my Lord, and you will live."
Marlik spoke, his tone the same as before, filled with respect when he talked about his lord.
"Huh…?"
Both Zharak and Nixgut frowned in confusion.
He was asking them to submit?
This was…
"Where is the Boy, Marlik?"
Zharak questioned directly, having had enough of this sick game.
"My Lord is not here."
"Your Lord? That Boy is your Lord?"
"It would do you well if you show him respect. I will not sit and let you disrespect my Lord."
"And what are you going to do? Use that filthy power of yours? On me?"
Zharak laughed.
He was confident in his skills. After all, despite both of them being Transcendents, he was far stronger than Marlik.
Marlik, however, didn't seem bothered by Zharak's remark. Rather, he just stared at Nixgut.
