Arthur twirled some light law energy around his left index finger, a soft breath escaping his lips as he spoke.
|Before that idiot my father had the unfortunate fate of being brothers with tried to blow me up alongside the rest of the star system I was in when I went to visit my dad in his universe, he, along with some other oh-so-wise god Kings that I'm going to name right now, sent a bunch of assassins to my universe to try and kill me while I was on a fucking vacation.
You had decades to handle this differently, and you repeatedly chose the option most likely to create the very enemy you were so scared of.|
Turning around, Arthur began pointing toward several individuals.
|You, Odin. There were Asgardians among the bastards who tried to kill me. Aesir and Vanir. You definitely sent them. And where the fuck is Jupiter?|
He looked around, scanning the expanse of space in search of the Master of Romersk, immediately pointing toward him when he finally found him.
