บท 339: Pathetic…?

Mizrak tilted his head. 

"Huh? Your brother? Why?" He lifted a brow, confused. "What did he do to you this time?" 

"Nothing." Logan shrugged. 

"Then why?"

"I just found a way to possibly get rid of him." A smirk formed on his face. 

"Oh." Mizrak didn't sound interested, but he had to listen to the man, so he asked, "And what is it?"  

"He is sick."  

"What?' 

"Yes, he is. The same thing that killed his mother is wrong with him right now, and my father seems to be searching for a cure in order to save him," Logan said. 

"And...has he found any?"  

"No." His smile broadened. "That's the best part of it all. I want you to search for that sickness, including the cure. Find it before my father does." 

A frown formed on the smaller man's face. "But sir…why? Are you trying to prevent your father from finding it so that your brother can die?" 

"Stop calling him my brother!"  

"But, he is your broth-"