I didn't interrupt Nemur's laugh, though I had quickly become bored by it.
Anyone in my shoes would have said the same, as I didn't think anyone would enjoy an old man laughing creepily before their eyes, and that too, when no joke had been cracked throughout the entirety of their conversation.
"Kael Frost... to talk like that in my presence, either you are some genius or a completely idiotic fool."
"..."
"If you ask me, I would surely lean towards the second outcome."
"..."
Nemur had now stopped laughing, though the words he was uttering at the moment weren't something that I could enjoy listening to.
Every cell in my body screamed to take out my sword, and behead the ugly head before me.
Only after making that ball of flesh and bones roll on the floor, would I feel some sense of satisfaction.
Though my thoughts were as such, I was sane enough to understand who I was sitting before.
Controlling the train of my thoughts—
