"You have changed, mongrel," Alastor said in a low, menacing voice. "And I don't like this change."
Raizel sighed, rubbing his temples in exasperation. "Alastor, there's nothing between me and Miss Rose. We're just friends."
"Just friends?" Alastor scoffed, his voice dripping with bitterness. "Then why did she reject me and say that you're something more to her?" His fists clenched as his tone rose with fury. "Because of you, I got rejected!"
Raizel could already piece together what must have happened. Cecilia probably didn't like Alastor and used him as an excuse to turn him down.
"But why me? Couldn't she have chosen a better excuse?" he thought bitterly.
Whether intentionally or not, that girl had just given him a massive headache.
Unfair or not, the assailants and Alastor all invoked their magic spells. Their intent was clear—they wanted to kill him.
And that was simply intolerable.
Raizel had a moral line he hadn't crossed yet, but if he had to, he wouldn't hesitate.
