Chan-woo's expression remained frozen, his gaze on the horizon. His mouth twitched slightly when he felt Dong-geun come closer.
"Look, I didn't mean any of the words I said. Of course, you'll make a great successor someday. Maybe one of the best."
Chan-woo's eyes flared. "Do not patronize me!" He suddenly yelled. "I know exactly what you think of me. You never fail to remind me of how hopeless my dreams of becoming Demon Lord are!"
Dong-geun's brows lifted. "When have I ever—"
"Be quiet! I don't want to hear another word from your mouth!"
Silence fell between them, and the only sounds that could be heard were the violent wind whipping around him and Chan-woo's heated breath. His chest puffed up and down, and his eyes were now tinged with red. It was clear the young man was upset.
