‘How could the destined one…?’
Giacomo Milo was utterly dumbfounded, as if his soul had left his body.
‘And how could he be here in such shabby attire, without even a single guard!’
Thud!
Completely caught off guard, Giacomo Milo collapsed to the floor, his mind blank. Then, Seongjin looked down at him, wearing what he considered a ‘kind’ smile.
“You’re in a good position for a conversation. This should be quick.”
Unfortunately, that smile only plunged Giacomo Milo into a complete state of panic.
‘Ahh, it’s over now! The destined one has finally come to kill me in this place!’
With trembling hands, Giacomo clutched the precious black potion tightly.
I’ve only just gotten my hands on this! I thought I could finally take revenge on those who ruined me and my trading company!
‘Salos! Why, of all times, is there no response from Salos at such a crucial moment!’
As the contractor’s emotions surged—
Swish.
For a brief moment, a faint black mist seemed to waver from Giacomo Milo’s shadow.
[Be careful, Lee Seongjin! That guy is emitting a faint demonic energy right now.]
The Demon King warned, flickering the lamp.
[He’s a demon contractor, right? This is clearly a sign of contract annulment. It seems the demon has decided to abandon him!]
“Oh? What happens if he’s abandoned?”
[Since it’s not entirely the human’s fault, his soul won’t be dragged…