At this moment, Conor decided to not have anything to do with Frederick anymore. He was forced to team up with them due to the circumstances, but once they were out, he refused to say another word to him.
Frederick could see the disdain in Conor's eyes, and no matter how mild-tempered he was, he would not tolerate such behavior. He scoffed and turned around, no longer bothering with Conor.
Trent looked at Conor exasperatedly, wondering if the man had hit his head too hard. Otherwise, he would have never jeered at Fane after seeing what he was capable of. He should be respectful toward Fane instead, yet Conor seemed intent on offending Fane as much as he could. Even Trent was frowning at what Conor was saying, let alone Fane.
Fane raised an eyebrow as he looked at Conor coldly. "You sure dare to talk. Aren't you afraid that I'll attack you?"Têxt belongs to .
Conor scoffed as he turned away. "I know you're not that type of person. Even though you're skilled, you're a man with proper conduct. It's not like I'm provoking you. I'm just speaking the truth."
Even Fane could not understand what he was thinking at that moment. Not provoking him? His words were actually demeaning him!
Conor looked like he wanted to shout at Fane and berate him for not telling him the truth, yet he even tried to say that Fane was 'a man with proper conduct.'
Conor wanted to tell everyone that Fane would not be acting properly if he did anything to Conor.
Hearing that, Fane sneered. It was the first time he got so angry that he smiled.
Trent and Len looked at Conor as their lips twitched, truly believing he was a fool, through and through.
Len took a deep breath and exasperatedly demanded, "Do you really think that way? Are you not joking?"
Conor's face darkened when he
heard that. He shouted, "Why would I be joking? Am I wrong? If Fane was honest with his skills in the first place, nothing would've happened. With him in front of us, we'd be safe. I wouldn't have needed to get so injured! Who else would I blame?"
That was rotten logic, of course. Trent wanted to correct him, but he did not know what to say, knowing that Conor might not truly listen to any sort of reasoning. Even Rudy could not be bothered arith Conor.
Fane could not stand it as he sneered. "You really do think you're special. Why do I need to tell you about my skills? Why do I need to protect you?" "Because we're a team," yelled Conor. "Since you agreed to join this team, you have a duty to protect everyone else!"
Fane let out a slight laugh, not
wanting to bother arguing with that idiot. No matter what he said, Conor would just think that he was wrong. Since that was the case, Fane would grant Conor his wish.
Fane slowly pulled out his sword from Mustard Seed.
Conor frowned, confused by his actions.
He truly believed Fane would be of some virtue, at least, but as he felt a burning pain in his chest, he realized that Fane's sword had pierced through his chest.