"I'm afraid you used some method to deceive Skyler and the others, and then escaped like a golden cicada shedding its shell before slipping here."
Galen spoke in a flat, unhurried tone—as if he were explaining a child's lie. It was obvious he didn't believe a single word Ethan had said earlier.
Ethan turned his gaze toward him, expression calm as a still lake.
"I think you must be Galen—the esteemed City Lord of Noble Sun City. It's the first time we meet, I didn't expect the great City Lord to be someone who enjoyed weaving imaginary stories."
"The narrative you constructed is impressive. It's enough to mislead your subordinates… but don't mislead yourself."
His tone was indifferent—cold even—yet it struck sharper than mockery.
"…"
Galen didn't reveal any anger. He simply narrowed his eyes and asked calmly,
"Ethan, you accuse this city lord of imagining things. Then tell me—where's your evidence?"
"That's right, arrogant brat," Victor Ashenvale barked.
