"Don't get in my way, Santz." The female S-tier said coldly. "I can feel you encroaching on my Will. Don't think I won't have a falling out with you over this."
The old man chuckled. "I'm just curious, I'm just curious. You seem to be very eager to catch him all of a sudden. Do you mind telling me why that is?"
"Are you not chasing after him with me? Are we not going at the same speed? What are you talking about?"
She received yet another chuckle in reply. "We're only going at the same speed because I'm intoxicated by your scent. It's been a while since we've shared a bed. What do you say we have another go at it after we teach this brat a lesson?"
Her expression went cold. How could she be interested in laying with this man again when a chance to build out a perfect army of descendants was right in front of her?
"Why do you look so offended?" Santz asked with a chuckle. "I seem to remember you liking it quite a bit before."
"You are delusional?"
"Really?" Santz blinked. "I definitely remember you moaning."
"This is exactly why I haven't laid with you in 700 years. I was clearing my throat. I've told you this a million times already. I've grown tired of having this same conversation with you."
"Eloise, my dear, I still dream of you every night. Don't do this to me." Santz feigned pain, gripping his chest with a hand.
Then he sent out another casual palm strike at the ship.
"Hm?" Eloise's eyes narrowed as she sensed something watching them. She looked toward the ship and spoke out coldly. "Stop now and I can guarantee your life. If you do not, don't blame us for what happens."
"Now you want to save another man's life in front of me? I'm hurt, Eloise," Santz laughed. But he was even more sure now that Eloise had sensed something that he hadn't.
What he didn't know was that what Eloise had sensed was entirely useless to him unless he had a daughter he wanted to offer up.
"He is a D-tier who nearly wiped out all of the higher ups of both of our guilds. Do you think it's that simple? If you thought more with your head instead of that shriveled up shrub in your pants, you'd want to catch him alive too."
Santz chuckled. "Indeed. But in my opinion, such a threat should be killed quicker rather than slower. If he really is a D-tier, then he's too dangerous to keep around. You can't possibly control a man like that."
Eloise's heart skipped a beat. She felt as though there was a hidden meaning in Santz's words, but the elderly man was probably correct.
Her expression grew cold.
"There'll be little he can do if he's enslaved to a contract." She said.
"A contract now, huh?" Santz laughed. "Are you really not going to tell me why you're so interested in him? It can't be that you've never tasted a handsome young man before, right? Granted, I guess he's a little above average."
Eloise turned a glare toward Santz. The old man just did nothing but speak nonsense all the time.
Plus, Sylas was far from "average". Let alone just a little above.
"So offended already. It seems my precious Eloise really does have a crush. I am jealous, too jealous." Santz sighed.
BOOM.
The eyes of both constricted into pinholes. What just happened?
Cheri felt like her soul was leaving her body.
"De… demon…"
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