A while ago.
The Berserker suddenly halted his step, finding three Tier 8 humans on top of the city wall.
"Hoo? It seems that someone is planning to stop me…" He smirked, trying to see who was bold enough to stop him.
The moment he saw who it was, his smile got bigger. "Isn't this Gerald? Have you finally stopped drinking your mother's milk?"
Gerald's expression turned solemn. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't insult my late mother just because she chose my father instead of you. However, we've finally met again, Sir Kayne. Are you so petty that you can't move on even after 30 years have passed?"
Kayne clicked his tongue. "You definitely have Lily's genes. Your poisonous mouth is the same as hers."
"That just means I'm not adopted." Gerald harrumphed.
"You really do know how to piss someone off." Kayne took a deep breath before stating out loud, "I only have one demand. Give me Clovis."
