The bastard was chattering nonstop. It was slandering me, and it sounded quite plausible for something that was made up on the spot. It had completely turned to Entegasto’s side, but it knew that this choice wouldn’t be its lifeline.

Its previously relaxed expression had long since disappeared. It seemed desperate, as if it was sensing its dark future. The more it talked, the more its face seemed to sink into a swamp.

Meanwhile, I had been silent since I asked for the execution of Entegasto. Entegasto was a card that was hard to give up. Simply by considering its accomplishments, it was the one who stood at the forefront in the old battlefield against Saint Jayden, the Great Red, as a vanguard. Also, it could overwhelm me if it recovered from its injury.

Therefore, it would be difficult for Doom Kaos to abandon such a guy. I had once faced the same dilemma as Doom Kaos was experiencing. That was when Jessica, Gillian’s wife, had stabbed me in the back. Back then, I forgave...