Chapitre 92: Why Don't You Say It, My Lord? (2)

'That asshole strikes once again!' Luis grudgingly clenched his fist as he was flying towards Xagrien's place.

The sky is orange and purple, a visually calming mix of two beautiful colors. One may look at it and say "Ahh, my tired spirit is instantly refreshed," but Luis at this time is not someone who will appreciate it.

The anxiety that was chewing his heart didn't settle at all despite the beauty of the ending daylight. Instead, it becomes more and more active as the time passes by.

If he can travel to the speed of light, then he will definitely do it without batting an eye.

Luis' head is full of concern for Xagrien and at the same time, he wanted to beat the shit out of that guy.