Reincarnation Monarch

Episode One Thousand Seventy-Eighty-Two: El's Readiness

To the sudden proclamation, Elle's limbs swayed.

But he seemed to expect it, and it wasn't until he collapsed.

And Elle, who managed to stay on the spot, became a ready look, just wondering if the time had finally come.

"... does it seem so? Will you kill me..."

Astalot did not change his complexion and looked at Elle.

"Right. 'Cause you're my enemy, aren't you?

Then Elle, already prepared, answered without any particular hesitation.

"No, I don't think so myself."

"Really? I know what's in your heart, don't I?

Astalot said with certainty.

But Elle still answered without wandering.

"Do you see my heart?

Then Astalotto raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically.

"I'm not actually seeing it. I just know."

"Well, is that right? I don't even know I can see it."

"Right."

Then Elle raised her mouth angle this time.

"Is that true?

Astalot was a little surprised by the provocative mouthful of El.

"Yeah? What do you mean it's true?

Astalot cut off his appearance to stare a little.

But Elle can't wander off.

The courage of those who had no longer decided to be ready appeared colorfully in Elle's expression.

"Aren't you really seeing it? And isn't that your kind of greedy ability?

Elle ran out of confidence.

Astalot erased his grin from his face and narrowed his eyes softly.

"You think I see the hearts of others?

Elle nodded with a grin.

"Yes. Don't you literally see in your heart? I was so sure."

Astalot glanced at Elle with a ruthless eye.

But Elle took his gaze firmly from the front.

Astaloto bounced up a single eyebrow and pounded his tongue lightly.

"You're busy, El. You're really busy."

Elle grinned sarcastically with her mouth quickened up.

"I see."

Then Astarot laughed niggardly at this as well.

"Well, tell me. That's funny. That's really funny, El."

Elle met lightly here.

"Do you think so? That's what happened."

Astalot had already drawn a grin in.

"After all, it looks like you're going to have to kill me, doesn't it?