"Nonsense?" @@novelbin@@

Lee Sayoung blinked his violet eyes a few times before responding indifferently.

"I merely presented a rational opinion... It was you who ignored it."

"Rational? It sounded like a loser's excuse."

"Ah, overconfidence. But just one misstep, and you'd be a loser too... overflowing with confidence, aren't we?"

"Hmm, it's amusing how you’re thinking about running away before you’ve even tried..."

Sayoung casually covered his mouth with his hand, but the corner of his lips lifted slightly, revealing a smirk underneath.

“Oh dear, how strong must your inferiority complex be?”

Though his face remained expressionless, a small crack appeared in the neutral façade. Sharp words, like daggers, flew back and forth without pause. The similarity in their voices made it feel like one person was continuing the conversation. Why did Uijae feel like his mental strength was being drained? He rubbed his forehead, retracing his steps to figure out where it all went wrong.

"Listen to you, wagging your tongue..."

"Who are you to talk about running your mouth?"

Both Sayoungs let out simultaneous, mirthless chuckles, staring each other down. Uijae could almost see sparks flying between their gazes. Veins bulged in their hands, and the tension in the air thickened as they gripped their weapons tighter, fingers flexing over the hilt of the Basilisk’s Fang.

Crap. Uijae quickly waved his hand to snap their attention back to him.

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