Dreamer and Diablo now sat on the same sofa, beside each other.
"Mr. Dreamer, I have some questions for you."
"Yeah. I am listening." Dreamer said.
Diablo took a deep breath and said, "What is that?" He pointed his finger at Liberi.
"That is my family member, Liberi and his sword."
"That much I know. I am asking what his race is because there is no doubt that his sword belongs to a Demon." Diablo asked the main question.
'Fucking hell.' Dreamer screamed in his mind but replied calmly.
"Liberi is a Human. He has been with me since he was fifteen years old. He is the son of my butler and he has had this sword since the start. That sword chose him as its master."
"Bullshit. You better start speaking or else…" Diablo clenched his jaw and threatened Dreamer.
"Or else what? Don't threaten me, fighter. I am above that." Dreamer didn't waver against Diablo. He would not back down if Diablo started fighting here and now.