"It's fine," Gin responded.
Torvald was stunned. "What do you mean..."
"Whether he hates me or not is up to him. Whether I die or not, is also fine," Gin said. "However, anything else aside from that... will be up to me."
The side of Torvald's lips twitched. He wanted to comment on what Gin just said but suddenly, a familiar scream was heard.
"Ahhh!!"
Gin quickly turned to look at Sol's direction. Not uttering a word, he left Torvald and went to Sol.
Torvald followed suit, his own questions stuck in his throat as he glanced ahead and saw the thing that made everyone start to scream.
A snake with the height of three men and the size of two enormous boars appeared in front, slithering as it hissed towards Torvald's men. Its golden eyes piercingly cold as it let out its fangs dangerously.
Gin stood in front of Sol, his hand reaching for his sword.