Hale-Ferguson Residence
"Quite the interesting weapon you've got with you there." Yemoja whistled from where she sat, eyes locked on Grave Keeper. "Whoever crafted it must be—"
"I asked a question," Ambrose said flatly. "And I'm far too exhausted to be repeating myself. So… please."
"So much bite for a so-called C-Rank Guide." Apollo took a few steps in his direction, making him subconsciously tense up. "I'm guessing your soul being from a different universe wasn't all you were hiding."
Ambrose's expression remained unreadable. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You can't seriously be trying to drag that lie with us, are you?"
"You know, I could call the authorities on you guys. I doubt Viktor or Devon consented to you coming in here."
Apollo's lips curved.
Usually, he was calmer and more level-headed in matters like this. But the Guide's arrogance was indeed agitating.
