"Oh?" Valdes raised his brows at Zenov's reaction. "Your silence tells me it's true..." His smile widened even more. "You've lost your touch, haven't you?"
Zenov was unable to answer his question. Valdes words were getting to him in the worst ways.
"That's impossible, and you know it!"
Immediately, Zenov turned his back on the captain with uneasiness in his eyes. Valdes was getting under his skin.
"Gloat all you want right now, but guess what? This will still come back to bite you in the ass, and when it does, I will be right here, waiting to feed on your mistakes... And at my mercy".
Valdes lifted the side of his lips. "Yeah? And how's that?" He asked amusingly. "How exactly can you possibly recover from the humiliation of being replaced by a 'lower-ranking demon' when the prince discovers that you are no longer capable of luring?"
Zenov's eyes widened at his words. "What?" He turned back to face him, anger pouring out of his glare.
