The Guardian Star thought that he might have pleased the Primordial Star if he brought that girl here. He didn't expect to offend Rezekiel.
With such a heavy killing intent, he truly felt as if he was killed a thousand times over.
"Is that how you treat a delicacy?" Rezekiel coldly asked.
"N-not at all. I was wrong!" The Guardian Star didn't argue back. He knew that if he made a mistake here, he was going to be killed before he even knew it.
Death was still a better fate. If he was unlucky, he might actually suffer a fate even worse, just like those Necromancers from other worlds were going to suffer.
"Don't touch the girl. I will personally go to her. I have waited a long time for her. I can wait a few more hours," Rezekiel warned the Guardian, retracting his killing intent.
Finally, the Guardian was able to breathe properly. He felt relieved that he wasn't going to be killed.
"I will make sure!" he added as he stood up, his clothes covered in sweat.
