"Sigh..."
Just as Leon grabbed the bewildered soul of Prince Andre, preparing to send him to the Gate of the Deceased, a somewhat regretful sigh suddenly arose from the depths of Andre's soul.
"As expected, not completely trusting you was the right choice."
"?!?!?"
Hearing this familiar sigh, Prince Andre's pupils abruptly contracted, and he asked in a mix of shock and anger:
"White Snake? What have you done to my soul... uh..."
"It's not that I tampered with your soul, but that the entire Slaughter King Association collectively took some precautions with the world fragment entrusted to you."
The voice called White Snake sighed and said:
"Black Owl, while your ability and wisdom are commendable, your mind is ultimately too immature. And given that you are still part of the targeted royal family, how could we fully trust you?"
Indeed, the Slaughter King Association had more tricks up their sleeve regarding him.
