For the record, not associating with “people of diminished mental capacity” was Argio’s personal principle.
“I have discerning tastes.”
“That is a rather Evil God-like thing to say.”
“Given the choice, a healthy person is preferable.”
Argio removed his hood and continued.
“People like that are more delightful to watch when they grow angry.”
“……”
“Sir, what is the problem this time?”
“…Ah, my apologies.”
“It is because I am so handsome, is it not? I understand. It happens often.”
“Why are you so obnoxious…?”
“You truly are an entertaining friend to tease.”
“No…”
Juhyeon glanced sharply around them. Frowning subtly as though on guard, he asked,
“Doesn’t it anger you when I behave this insolently?”
“Seeing me angry would come at a steep price. Are you confident you could afford it?”
“I’m not saying I want to see you angry. I mean… doesn’t it annoy you?”
Whether the other being was a Monster or an embodiment of evil—perhaps there was no real point in distinguishing between the two—but either way, such entities did not ordinarily tolerate insolent humans. Monsters capable of thought were fundamentally proud creatures.
By contrast, despite Juhyeon’s awareness that he was behaving recklessly, the Black Cloak displayed no displeasure. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it.
“Why should I be angry?”
“Because I’m insolent?”
“Then I would have to kill myself first. Surely there is no one more insolent than I am.”
“I… I’m not sure I understand your standards.”
“Neither do I.”
The Evil God curved his brilliant golden eyes and laughed.
“It is my policy…