When his breath touched her palm with a “pick,” Carlos’s eyes slightly widened. Loo laughed without fear. She was clearly affected.

The fingertips, tightly bound with curses again, were trembling less.

But she laughed. As if saying you were nothing, as if it was pitiful, she laughed.

Why?

Unconsciously, he lowered the hand that had tightly grasped Loo’s throat. The pale lips twisted up. It was right to laugh.

“You’re nothing.”

Although the trembling voice seemed to be forced out, it wasn’t Carlos’s longed-for plea.

“I’ve felt something scarier than you.”

On the first day of assuming the position of Calleta Consul, this was nothing compared to the intimidation she felt from Hayden on the street.

At that time, she had done her best not to cower. If the momentarily leaked intimidation, as Hayden apologized several times, was a mistake, then how terrifying would Hayden’s hidden original power be?

Thinking about it, Carlos’s current intimidation was laughable.

“Is the Dragonlord scary?”
Humans can all be killed. That’s why the Southern Sage assassinated the royal family. The Western Sage was dealt with too. Loo speculated that the missing Northern Sage might be related to Carlos.

However, the Eastern Sage, Dragonlord, still managed to drive Carlos away amidst all this.

And he continued to break through the barriers and send people. The existence that Carlos couldn’t break was a great fear to him. Loo knew this too well as she continued to face new adversaries.

If she didn’t kill them, they would keep appearing, threatening her life. So, she had to kill them. But dealing with them for a long time meant, in other words, she couldn’t kill them.

“Stronger than that Dragonlord.”

Huk, hee-hee, strange sounds, whether breathing or laughter, burst out of his mouth, but Loo didn’t care. The emerald curse tightly bound her arrogant mouth, leaving no gap and securing the knot firmly.

“Write it in your will, you loser.”

It was difficult. Her body, tormented by pain and fear, was difficult. But her mind was clearer than ever.

Loo firmly grasped the wriggling heat inside her body. The power that had never been taken away was not Carlos’s but Rustica Genesis’s. That’s why she could laugh.

“Or just commit suicide now. That’s advice I can give you as the only remaining acknowledgment I can offer you.”

Carlos tried to see Loo’s condition more objectively. The woman, whose head was completely disheveled, cold sweat was running down, and her pale lips were twisted, looked quite a mess.

Leaving her like this to be thrown into Persepheta, how much would the investigator’s stomach crumble? No matter how much she struggled, Rustica Genesis would confirm that she belonged to Carlos Arthur Ingram and would despair.

Yeah. So there was no reason to catch this woman who was wriggling in his hands. He enjoyed causing greater despair.

But strangely, he wanted to hold on. Just, shouldn’t I keep her?

“You can’t do anything.”

“I’m still doing a lot.”

Carlos said twistedly.

“Do you really think so?”

This question wasn’t asking for an answer. Carlos felt the temperature of Loo, who he was holding, dropping sharply.

The emerald-colored eyes widened. No, this won’t do. Let’s just keep holding her. Whether it brings despair to this self-proclaimed emperor or not doesn’t matter!

“No……”

But the next moment, Rustica Genesis, tightly bound by curses, disappeared. Carlos chased after the trace, but he couldn’t go any further, blocked by something. He narrowed his eyes and fumbled hopelessly in the empty air.

“How…?”

The very familiar power that he had inherited made Loo leave this place. The Southern Sage bound by curses used his power. Carlos looked down at his own hands.

Unbelievable.