As soon as Hector said that, the atmosphere in the room changed completely. At this moment, Hector could sense pure killing intent in every breath of oxygen he took.
It was quite creepy for a green-mana core like him.
He had successfully provoked a purple-mana core person—someone who could kill him at any moment in this room.
"Why did you know my son?… No… I'll drain you, then torture you until you're praying to tell me everything." Elise licked her thick lips crazily as she gazed at Hector.
The pressure of mana shifted its target from Carl to Hector, slowly lifting him into midair, controlling his every movement.
Carl was still shivering, but when he looked at Hector, he forced himself to smirk.
"It should've been you from the start, not me."
Indeed, he wanted to see Hector's desperate face after all he had suffered. At least that would comfort him somehow.
But in contrast, Hector showed no fear at all, as if everything was completely fine.
Carl scowled.
