"Arthur, I hope you won't question my decision."

A chilling fire of the soul burned, almost leaping out of its sockets.

Albert chose the most cruel method to make his brother realize a fact—

“Arthur, I am much calmer than you think.”

"And the decisions I make are far more trustworthy than those of someone as emotionally driven as you."

"Really, Albert?"

Arthur dismounted and strode over to Albert.

The two brothers were very close together.

"Then what about those divine attributes? Where is the divine attribute of the god of trickery? Where is the divine attribute of the god of wine?"

Do I need to ask any further questions?

Albert's hands kept moving as he stroked the dragon. "I want to handle this myself."

He lifted his eyelids and said, "The god of fate has gone mad."

"Your wife created a new god in mortal form."

“She has shattered the gears of fate.” Albert’s voice became cheerful.

"If you want to know about divinity, why don't you try to find out about the 'Mad God'?"

Arthur: "..."

I will verify what you said.

"Now, break the time control here."

The bone dragon, which was almost broken apart, finally found a chance to break free from the clutches of evil.

Gilmanoa, like a kitten eager to break free from the embrace of a two-legged creature, flew into the air and unlocked the time lock on this area.

"Oh, Arthur, we're about to go to war, a war of revenge. Do you want to join?" The gossipy Gilmanoa dropped another bombshell.