'What the hell is this… How did things become like this…'
Larkson, who always seemed serious, fidgeted with his fingers under the table between him and the kid with blood-red eyes.
It had already been a few minutes, and none of them spoke a word.
Awkward silence filled the atmosphere, as only the sound of the cool evening breeze and occasional flickering of the candle flames on the desk could be heard.
He did not dare make a sound as the child in front of him could even incapacitate a powerful demonic worshipper.
Larkson only watched as the boy in front of him took occasional sips of grape juice from his wine glass.
At this moment, Regis finally finished his drink as he slowly placed it on the table.
He then leaned back in a relaxed manner, putting his leg over the other.
'That's enough acting cool, I guess…'
If Larkson knew what he was thinking, he would have been livid.
Still, there was a reason why Regis maintained this mysterious image of his.
