Moros' POV
"Commeon..I was just testing him-" I let out an excuse, feeling quite giddy, to be honest.
'They said he died. The world said he died. But I knew otherwise- The said dead person himself arrives in front of me-'
My brain reeled backwards, thinking of every way in which I could exploit this advantage.
I gave him a hidden look, knowing that his reaction to the 'Saintess' mention seemed genuine.
I also knew that he had a dozen things to say and ask me, but I knew better than to give him a chance, "Are you even listening to me? Grandpa? This is insane."
Ah, there it was. That word—insane. She loved throwing that one at me. I smirked, lowering the halberd casually, and resting the shaft against my shoulder.
I watched Lilith fume in front of me, her hands on her hips, scolding me like I'd committed some grave offence. But my mind wasn't really on her words. It was on him. Theo Volkov. The boy standing just behind her, his eyes sharp, his expression guarded.
