Jack's expression subtly shifted, conveying a profound sense of self-assurance that bordered on absolute conviction.
He looked completely comfortable, hands returning to his pockets as if this conversation had been a mildly interesting diversion rather than a discussion of his potential death.
"Tell your Clan Leader," Jack continued, his voice maintaining its relaxed tone, "that when the Demon King decides to address my 'insults,' I'll be waiting on Floor Twenty-Five. He's welcome to visit anytime he feels like discussing proper respect for Infernal Nobility."
He turned away from the boy and his mother, his attention already shifting toward the clearing's northern exit and whatever tasks waited beyond this demonstration.
