"All you're doing is making those perpetrators think what they do is perfectly justified, so they'll oppress our compatriots even more recklessly than before."
"Full of pretty words, what complete bullshit!" Cervantes waved his hand.
"What right do you have to dress those words up as righteous? 'Compatriots'? You damned bastard, just to defend your own position you can spit out something this against-your-conscience."
Cervantes suddenly burst into loud laughter.
The calm on his face was completely torn apart by rage; the usual gentle, courteous image was gone as he locked his gaze on Xu Xiaoyou.
"I really did underestimate your shamelessness."
"*#Muted#OE3604*!"
Xu Xiaoyou froze, her expression stiffening on her face.
Angelina's pupils shrank to needlepoints; she summoned her spear and swept her gaze around.
"It's Assassin's Creed!"
"I've wanted to ask from the very beginning." Cervantes walked forward slowly, those pale red eyes seeming to engrave Xu Xiaoyou into them.
