"Heh, did you think I was joking with you?"
Red Dragon's spike-covered cheeks revealed a strange savagery, his forest-white fangs gleamed coldly, and those crimson pupils contained no desire whatsoever, filled with complete rationality and indifference.
"Fafnir, I appointed you to manage the Golden City not because of your physique and beauty, but because of your intelligence that's just a tad above a monster's. Now it seems your wisdom is only slightly better than a monster's."
Karon's gaze was unwavering, looking down at the face-changing Fafnir, the Giant Demon feeling like prey being stared at by a predator on the grasslands, a chill rising from the tailbone up to the top of his head.
"Next time you use such cheap tricks again, unless it's something important, I will truly devour you, Fafnir. I hope you come to ask for rewards, not trying to influence me."
"To hope to achieve some purpose by using one's beauty and body,"
