Chapter 291: Abandoned Disciples (2)
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-Hmm? Disciples? Ah, there were some.
Hamustra spoke from the other side of the communicator.
Sounds of exertion, Eutcha, eutcha, intermittently came through, probably from moving boxes in the caf.
There were disciples?
I leaned closer to the communicator.
You have disciples, dont you? Isnt it a bit negligent of you?
-Oh, thats a bit harsh.
Hamustra responded in a nonchalant tone.
-Lord. I never asked them to become my disciples. They volunteered themselves. They called themselves librarians and claimed to be my hands and feet, but frankly, they were bothersome.
There was a clear sense of annoyance in Hamustras tone, as if dealing with flies that kept buzzing around the dining table no matter how much you swat them away. His attitude was entirely different from how he dealt with me or the Constellation Killer.