"To be honest, I'm quite curious. You defied the Eldest Young Master, yet you dared to stay in this old castle instead of running away."
The silver-haired youth licked his lips. He picked up a glass of red wine, took a light sip, and smiled. "However, even if you had run, we would still have found you."
"Heh."
Kane sneered, dragging his Greatsword. "Then what are you waiting for? Make your move," he said coldly.
With these words, he planted his Greatsword into the ground, adopting a resigned, death-awaiting stance.
The silver-haired youth landed and began strolling leisurely, in no hurry to act. Instead, a faint smile touched his lips. "As for why the Eldest Young Master ordered you dealt with—well, there's no need for us to play dumb, is there?"
"Tell me, what exactly did you take from those ruins?"
Upon hearing this, Kane was taken aback. "I don't understand what you're talking about," he said in an odd tone.
