Despite knowing why Merath told him to pay the absurd fee of five thousand merits, he just could not bring himself to easily do as she said.
It was a fucking blatant robbery in plain sight, and Jorra was extremely angry.
First it was Simon who was a worthless hybrid in his eyes.
Now, another lowly demon was extorting him?
Him?
Him?!
HIM?!!
Where would his pride and dignity go if he did not teach these lowly backwater and mouthwashed demons their place.
However, just as he was about to speak, a figure instantly appeared in front of him.
"Do not forget why we're here. Control yourself. Reel in your killing intent, and don't ruin everything all because of your pride and anger."
Merath whispered gently but with a cold and solemn gaze as she held Jorra's cheeks.
Though he was wearing a plain grey mask that covered his entire face, Merath spoke like she could see the fury in his eyes.
There was an extremely tense silence as everybody watched the duo with varying expressions.
