In the background, Kan paled visibly.
The old patriarch had expected many possible outcomes from this conversation. What he had not expected was Damian smiling.
Jugra had practically announced that the Sin of Gluttony viewed him as unworthy of his inheritance and intended to drag him back half dead. Such words would have enraged most princes. Yet Damian simply sat upon his floating throne with one leg crossed over the other, studying the Ifrit with the same expression a merchant might wear after discovering an unexpectedly valuable item.
There was even a hint of delight hidden within his eyes.
"After everything that has happened so far, do you still feel the same way?" Damian asked calmly.
Jugra nodded without hesitation.
"Our initial intent was to secure you quietly so that the other princes could not trace your disappearance back to us, so we with held our strength. However, our cover has already been blown. There is no longer any need for subtlety."
