Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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When she saw Victor, her lips curled into a mockingly wide grin.
"Well, well… if it isn't my favorite little thorn," she crooned. "Looks like they finally found you. Thought you'd keep hiding like a good boy."
Victor stepped forward, folding his arms as he gave her a disinterested look. "Still running your mouth, old hag?"
"Oho? Someone's confident now," she said, her tone playfully venomous. "Must be feeling mighty proud with that shiny sword of yours. But let me remind you—confidence often comes before a very ugly fall."
The City Lord stepped forward. "Enough games. Tell us what you meant. About the seal. About the material that 'will never be found.' What did you do?"
Serika paused, her grin faltering. "...Excuse me?"
Victor smirked. "You talk to yourself a lot, huh? Shame someone happened to be listening."
