Chapter 329: Starlight (2)
3.
From the depths of the Colosseum, now shrouded in silence, I hummed leisurely.
You kept calling me young child, human, emphasizing it as if to mark a distinction. It turned out to be poison for you. You are a Constellation, and I am merely a human. It seems you were unconsciously trying to plant that perception But, Im a man with too little oil to be fried with mere wordplay. (ED: a man with too little oil to be fried = basically means someone who is not easy to fool)
You.
A terrifying sound echoed from Mutias teeth.
What difference does it make for someone like you to take the end of a constellation!? Without even having a power, how dare you,
A lot has changed.
That wasnt my voice.
Sorry, but I have to keep the contract.
It wasnt the voice of any of the two hundred Apostles lying in the Colosseum, nor was it Bae Hu-ryeongs, or Foxs. And, of course, it wasnt Mutias either.
I furrowed my brows.