Chapter 85: The Death God (4)
When I came to and opened my eyes, the leader of the Justice Alliance was placing his hand on my head.
“Are you conscious?”
“Yes, though it feels like my skull might split open because of someone.”
“Hmph, you really should watch your mouth…”
“The legendary Lord Jeongdo ambushing someone? Even the Ten Demon Clan would call that cowardly.”
“You’re probably the only person in martial arts history to hurl insults like that at Lord Jeongdo.”
We’d only exchanged a few words, but as a keyboard warrior who’d fought countless battles, I knew.
This was no easy opponent.
“…How about we call it a draw?”
“That would be best.”
“Very well. Then tell me why you summoned me this night.”
“You’re impatient, you brat. After so long apart, you should’ve thought to share a cup of tea and talk slowly.”
“How heavy can a connection be after seeing each other for mere days as children…”
“I wasn’t referring to our connection. I’m simply curious about the final days of the current Sword Master.”
If that’s the case, I’ll concede.
“Very well.”
Following the leader of the righteous faction into a small cottage, he personally brewed tea and handed it to me.
Slurp.
“······!”
After taking a sip, I couldn’t contain my shock.
Gulp.
“Eep. Why does this tea taste like this? That startled me.”
“Huh? Isn’t this how it’s done?”
“No, you’re called an immortal by the common folk, yet you can’t even brew tea properly?”
“Immortal? What nonsense. Boy, do I even have the standing to brew and drink tea myself? Eating only what’s given to me every day, I suppose I could forget how.”
