Confronted by Crimson's resentful gaze.
Lince felt his scalp tingle.
"Next time, I promise. I can't use this kind of Power many times in a row, and I also have to consider things like Attribute Affinity."
Crimson muttered resentfully, "Next time? Who knows when 'next time' will even be."
However, Amos spoke up just then.
"That's enough, Crimson. For something like this, you have to consider His Highness's current actual Tier."
"There will certainly be more chances later, and it might not even be that long of a wait."
Amos's voice had changed.
It had become younger and stronger. Even the twilight aura of old age that once clung to him had completely vanished.
A young body, a heart beating rapidly.
In that moment, it was as if the very colors of the world looked brand new to Amos.
The feeling, like being reborn, filled Amos with incomparable excitement and exhilaration.
