Chương 93: Vague Warnings

Virgil looked up at Flint, who was fighting the Realm Guardian, and now tearing apart its wings, and digging deep into its flesh... despite its constant cries of despair.

He felt his heart waver, and his muscles tense. All his emotions were erased, and so was his suppressed killing intent.

'...How ruthless. Devils. If it's them, then it makes sense. Devils are the most abstract race so far, as they have countless ways of operating and obtaining secrets.' He thought, and calmed down.

"I desire nothing much. Just your identity." He said, and Damien immediately replied. "Depends on the use of the treasure. If it's truly useful, and worth it, I don't mind telling you who I am."

"And how am I to trust your evaluation of this treasure?" Virgil inquired.

"The fact that you, yourself don't need it, young prince, has already downgraded its value." Damien said. "I know your circumstances. I know of them even better than yourself." And added.