"God, he's really crazy, isn't he?" Kali said, leaning back in her chair and lazily stirring her tea. It was a rich, fragrant blend, the kind that was probably meant to be appreciated in silence, but she had never been much for subtlety.
"Just a bit," Jin shrugged, picking up his drink—a chocolate mocha drowned in whipped cream, an abomination of sugar and caffeine. It was the sort of thing that would have given a nutritionist an aneurysm.
Kali raised an eyebrow. "I didn't expect the Prince of the Dead to be drinking something that has more sugar than an entire bakery."
"Sugar is the only pleasure in my life," Jin replied flatly, taking another sip.
Kali shuddered. "Right. That wasn't ominous at all."
Her gaze flickered over him again, and she frowned slightly. "Anyway, I'm surprised you broke through to White-rank." She could sense it easily—his mana had sharpened, his aura denser than before.
