"…My Ancient-Breeds all told me you were a threat that needed to be nipped in the bud, trying to get me to give the order to have you killed on sight before you could kill any gods."
She moved her hands and poured some wine into the glass in front of Arthur, speaking as the liquid slowly trickled into it.
"Their actions made me curious. What would be your reaction if I said that I wouldn't let slide the fact that you have killed numerous gods and absorbed their divine sparks to grow stronger?"
Luka raised her gaze to meet Arthur's, her smile slowly fading as she swirled the bottle lightly, the wine coming dangerously close to spilling from the glass.
She urged him to answer with her gaze, and as he looked down at the glass filled with liquid that resembled blood, Arthur spoke.
"Then go after Aleksas."
"Huh?" Luka let out a confused sound, and at this, Arthur looked up and continued.
"Go after Quinn, too. And Syndra. Astrel, Nash, Adam. Add Vlad to that list as well."
