"What!?"
Wrath angrily banged his fist on the table as he glared at Isadore. He was infuriated after he had been ordered to do something absurd.
Isadore, the Crown Prince, crossed his arms and stared back at the defiant Wrath while frowning.
"What's with your response? I'm not having you accompany me so you can sleep around all day."
Still enraged, Wrath retorted with a louder tone
"Don't try to use your slick tongue with me! You want me to go and try to bring Makaze's owner to you? Are you out of your mind?"
Unfazed by Wrath's sudden outburst, Isadore smiled and replied:
"Out of my mind? Why? Because I want to befriend a powerful person? What if he is Makaze's owner? He isn't my enemy, nor is he yours."
"Fuck! How is he not mine? You know how many of the Seven Sins are left? Three! Fucking Three are left and the rest were killed! That evil blade devoured Gluttony!"
Isadore's smile suddenly vanished as he seriously stared at the middle-aged man before him and retorted