Chapitre 2193: Target

"You're too old to be acting like an angsty teen. Get with the times old pervert. She doesn't feel the same way about you."

"… It seems that you're intent on dying…" 

"Listen…" Dyon's demeanor changed, an oppressive aura that blanketed the underground world billowing from his body. "… Don't mistake my kindness or my smile for patience or benevolence. If you want your head to hang from your family mansion's gates… keep testing me."

A frigid cold wafted from Dyon. For a moment, it even seemed like his gaze had become a fluorescent blue. 

Winds that could turn worlds into blocks of ice viciously whipped about, forcing even the old pervert to brace himself. 

'This cold is … no, it's just extremely close… if there was a half level between a dao and a law… this would be it…'

These were thoughts of not just Berolt, but elder Vio, who had been tending to Conan, trying his best to preserve his life. They both felt the incredulity of the situation.