"I thought you were dead."
"Do you think, right now, I count as alive?"
Lette was tense and fully prepared; the person before him was no small player like a mere cat or dog.
He was the Wisdom of Reason, one of the world's top mages, a mainstay of the Tower of Truth at its peak, a being who slaughtered gods.
Facing the siege of numerous worldly forces, he remained at ease.
For Lette, this old and cunning existence was far more troublesome than any so-called Divine!
The Wisdom of Reason, Stuart, put his hood back on, covering the missing part of his head, which at least looked more comfortable.
"Death, for someone like me, is a luxury."
"No matter, I'm not interested."
Lette extended his hand, and the Sin Light Greatsword appeared in it. Its powerful killing intent made the air tremble.
"Anyway, I wasn't planning on just killing you simply..."
The Wisdom of Reason forced a cruel smile: "Since I chose to show up and wait for you here!
