That Sunday (4)

So this was why this old man was wary and dissatisfied with him?

"Fred Mendez," showing none whatsoever politeness, he called out. "Is my immunity to your kind's attacks that much of an issue to you? You're most likely a level 9 so how come you haven't considered that I might be someone who time-traveled from another timeline and not merely sent by your opponents? Or are you thinking that my little time with her is not enough to prove my worth to her?"

Fred remained silent, his eyes still staring past Gio, absorbed in the tragic drama he himself had penned.

A sudden thought flashed across Gio's mind, thus he additionally asked, "Is this why you set up this whole thing, occupying the two of us with so much trouble until you staged my 'death' in front of her? You used a cleverly made clone, even going as far as to burn down a perfectly normal home just to make it look convincing?"