"I refuse," Zarek said without missing a beat.
Immediately, a looming shadow fell over him. He tilted his head to look at her. His heart palpitated instinctively, but in his mind, he felt no fear of her.
His goal was clear…
To adapt.
He braced himself for Melissa's attack once again but it never came. Confused, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her with a slight tilt of his head.
"Eh?"
"What are you scared of?" Melissa asked with a chuckle.
"Of course not," Zarek replied honestly, shaking his head. "But I was preparing for you to attack me again."
"You see," Melissa's figure vanished in an instant, then reappeared right in front of his eyes.
Zarek's pupils dilated. He cursed inwardly, 'How fast is she?'
Melissa smiled as she spoke, "We do not wish to be your enemies."
"Enemies?" Zarek blinked, his gaze sharpening. "What about how you said I stepped on the face of the Empire and couldn't be forgiven for my crimes?"
