[What exactly is it? And can I learn it?]
For a moment, there was no response.
Then Lilith laughed.
She laughed so suddenly that Simon's brows furrowed. Her laughter was not loud, but it carried amusement, disbelief, and mockery.
[You? Learn my Fallen Dragon Art?]
Simon narrowed his eyes.
[Is there a problem?]
[Yes.] Lilith replied instantly. [Several problems.]
Simon said nothing and waited.
Lilith's voice became less amused and more indifferent.
[First of all, you would need to become a Demon King at the very least before you can even survive learning one of the most basic techniques of my Fallen Dragon Art.]
Simon frowned.
[A Demon King just to learn a basic technique?]
What sort of technique required one to be a Demi-God before it could be learned?
[Yes.]
Simon was silent for a few seconds.
Then he asked.
[And the second problem?]
[The art was created for me.] Lilith replied. [My father and mother created it specifically for my existence.]
