A few lonesome lanterns drove the darkness into a corner, and the atmosphere of the room was generally quiet. But the glare of the old man staring at the young man was like a volcano on the verge of eruption. It was a complex gaze composed of shock, doubt, and unutterable worries.

“You want me to believe in the words of a man who cannot reveal their name and identity?”

The face of Argos, the Black Tiger of the demonic army, was fierce. His fist was clenched tightly and shaking as if waiting to decimate the young man’s head. 

“Yes.”

“I could smash your head right now. How do you know about those kids? Did you… Were you also involved in that… filthy act? You would not know otherwise.”

Argos did not hide his killing intent, but Raven stayed calm facing the ferocious momentum. It was because Raven knew too well where the anger of the old, but strong man was stemming from.

“Firstly, this is the first time in my life that I have come to Alice. Second, even if it’s you, you won’t be able to smash my head that easily.”

“…..”

Argos observed the young man who was remaining nonchalant bearing the full brunt of the killing intent.

“Your latter words may be true, but I cannot believe your first statement.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. But in two days, my words will prove themselves....