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"What should he do~? Oh, what should he do~?"
Emir sang happily, moving his arms around as if he were a conductor leading an orchestra.
"Tell me~ tell me~, what should this pitiful BASTARD do~?"
Raising his right arm, he smashed it into the table, his face stone cold.
"Warning me of death?! ME? THIS FUCKER THINKS HE CAN KILL ME?!"
Judal frowned in annoyance.
"Stop acting like you're angry. You're not too good at it."
"..."
"..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Emir admitted:
"Heh~ you've caught me."
Exacerbated, Judal sighed and stood up from his chair.
"I won't ask how you've found that out; it'd be a waste of time. I won't tell you to keep this secret; I know most of your people already know. But I will tell you this…"
Emir tilted his head innocently.
"What?"
We have reached the Fifth Step. Many more to go.