116 The Angels Are Angry

His words don't come as a surprise for me. I already knew that the quest Nero gave to me was a trap from the beginning. Yet hearing him saying such words made my desire to crush the angels, the races, and the filthy traitors even in gods ignite.

"I believe that's my own stuff, not yours to give opinions about," I faked my anger when I heard his words.

"It's just we can meditate between you and the other races and might help in solving that little problem for you."

"Oh, so generous and kind indeed," I tried my hardest to not laugh, and only showed a wide smile on my face.

"Yes we have already spoken with other races," he said, "and in general they are in favour of having a ceasefire until the main quest starts. After that we'll see the conditions of the quest and try to find a midway solution."

"F*ck you!" The jumper's answer summed up what I wanted to say. This time I didn't hold him back and let him vent all the rage welling up inside him.