Reincarnation Monarch

Gaius endured Menontius' relentless mouth blow by biting his lips.

Menontius, acknowledging the deep regrets that floated in Gaius's expression, blamed him even more violently, as he did on Song.

"O eyelasher. You don't have a true friend. Because what is inherently a best friend or the like must be the pattern between talking and breaking a belly about anything without abdomen. But you have too many secrets. So you can't have friends who really talk to each other. And no matter how young the flesh dragged your spirit, your real age should be many, many, many dozens of times that of those kids. There's no way I can talk to those young kids at all. No, actually, isn't it supposed to be the same for your sleazy parents?

"... that's not..."

Gaius said only that, so he was full of it.

"Is that true? You really think we can talk about this? You think I'm having a good day?... that you are not dissatisfied with the status quo?

"… dissatisfaction…… not…"

"Such words are incredible. You reincarnated this life as a Schneider baby. Because of this, I have never thought about it as much as dew because I have been able to live in luxury for so long, but the original reincarnator has a great ambition worthy of his spare abilities and seeks to emerge. And now you must have noticed that. I have the ability to raise my name only to the heavens, and because of the reincarnation, I have no blood connection with anyone in this world, and I am a bearded person with no one to bind me to as one. And we're offering you the throne of Dallas, aren't we? What do you say? Isn't it worth rethinking?

Menontius curled his tongue wide and wide at once.

Gaius' agitation had now appeared in his eyes, in his face, in his hands and feet, and no whole body neighborhood.

Menontius laughed damned when he saw how it was, convinced himself of the victory.

But the next moment, the grin disappeared in an instant as the waves drew from Menontius' face.

When Menontius looked back with tremendous momentum, he glanced at some hollow spot with nothing in a very frightening shape.

And groaned bitterly.

"... something that was almost there... you son of a bitch!

At that moment, a nest-like crack suddenly appeared in the space where nothing had happened until then.

The space was then suddenly shattered and scattered with the dry sound of a parin, like when the glass broke.

And something dyed pitch-black from that open space jumped in at an awesome rate.

Gaius muttered the name as he whispered, acknowledging its pitch-black giant.

"... el..."

As Elle descended slightly into the earth with the unique suppleness of the cat, he used his entire body to stretch out greatly, adding to the extra space and great absences.

And as he slowly returned to his body, he laid still Menontius.

"Lord, have you stolen my eyes and let me do whatever I want? You don't look like a funny guy. From here, the king of cats, Lord Elle, will deal with the Lord."