When she heard his words, a smile blossomed on her face. Yet, Elliot didn't notice it as he wasn't looking at her but glaring at the ten-thousand-year-old man beside him.
"Senior, you're nearly an immortal, so please act like one," Elliot said in a calm voice laced with seriousness. "Don't spew out nonsense and complicate our relation."
If it were someone else and not a high-ranked sublime emperor, Elliot would've already verbally and physically abused them to tears, or worse, death.
Zerrick thought of Elliot as an ungrateful dog that likes to bite the hands that help him score with a girl. "I won't interfere with you, young ones anymore. Sort out your feelings yourself."
The good thing was that although Freya was like a beauty that had stepped out of a divine painting, Zerrick didn't have any interest in her. She was too young, after all, almost 9000+ years younger than himself. He didn't have desires in loving such a young girl, much less bedding her.