"Brat, that broken knife with a bit of hell's blessing of yours can't pierce the heart of an ancient god. Don't you think you're underestimating a god a bit too much—especially an ancient one?"
Although the appearance of another voice was completely unexpected, Myne reacted quickly, turning his head toward the source instead of panicking.
He saw a figure sitting on the edge of the pit, upon a luxurious golden-red throne-like chair.
The figure wore a top hat and a purple three-piece tuxedo. He possessed an extremely handsome face, with orange amber pupils framed by black eyeliner, enough to charm 95% of the women in the world.
He sat on his chair, chin resting on one hand, leg crossed over the other, in a cool manner, looking at Myne with an amused expression, especially at the cursed knife, as if he were watching a child with a toy gun trying to rob a gangster.
