Hearing the other party finally state his identity outright, the smile on Cassius' face at last showed a hint of genuine delight, though that fake sincerity of his was still nauseating.
"So you're friends from the North! Welcome! What kind of wind blew you all the way here?"
He exaggeratedly flung his arms wide, as if seeing an old friend he hadn't met in years, stepping forward with theatrical enthusiasm, his mouth babbling on and on.
"I knew it… that traitor Marinus must've left some backup! You're the real user manual for this machine! Come, teach me! Which step did I mess up? Why can it squeeze out blood, yet not extract the Soul inside?"
Faced with that almost manic enthusiasm, Eddy didn't respond. Instead, his brows knit slightly as he took a step back, avoiding that thick stench of blood.
That look in his eyes was like a civilized man with a box of matches in his pocket, watching Primitive People clumsily rub wood with a stone to make fire.
"A user manual?"
