“If the declaration to hurt you is a sign of treason—” 

Zeratul’s greatest strength lay in his mastery of all martial arts. He could perform supreme feats regardless of the presence or absence of weapons. Even the chains of magic power binding his hands weren’t a constraint. They would turn into a deadly weapon the moment he wielded it. 

“You have insulted me many times in the past, so how many times have you committed treason?” 

Grid suddenly remembered something as he watched the situation with bated breath. 

One time in the past, when Raphael discussed Zeratul, they laughed at him for being a fake, a clone, etc. 

‘As expected, people have to live a good life.’ 

Don’t do anything to earn people’s resentment. 

It was just like Raphael at the moment. It was easy to get caught at a critical moment. 

“I don’t want to admit it, but the Goddess of Light had a hand in my birth. According to your logic, not respecting me is the same as not respecting the Goddess, right?” 

“Eh? You usually pretend to be the Martial God born purely from the worship of the people. You only admit the truth when you are at a disadvantage?” 

“Don’t change the subject, you feathered mongrel.” 

“......”

Raphael had remained mischievous without losing their composure even after going through all types of humiliation on the surface when their power was sealed. However, now their expression...