Chapter 72: Not Him

Time slowed down. Everything else but him ceased to exist. Even her own existence drifted to the background.

“You’re talking about Ignis…”

She was convincing herself. Of course, he must be talking about the archdemon. That only made sense!

“You know that’s not him,” he chided, and her blood stopped running. “Contrary to his self-importance and delusion of self-grandeur,” he went on, his tone colder and quieter. “He is a bootlicker, a copycat, and a dumb fox in wolf’s clothing. Although he certainly took a part in shedding my blood. I wonder where he is hiding. He knew I’d peel off his disgusting skin alive if I found him after this little plot of his.”

The wall rumbled behind her and all around her, shoving her into his chest, and letting her feel the frightening emotion he had always concealed inside. The dungeon trembled as though an earthquake struck under his wrath, without him lifting a hand.

The quake stopped, but she was shaken, in contrast to him being so still, sandwiching