"Isn't that right?" Reiger mercilessly mocked, "To say you're sentimental is a compliment. To label you as pretentious isn't extreme enough. Saying you're indulging in self-delusion is the most fitting, isn't it?"
"What? Did that hit a nerve?"
"I'm so sorry about that, but you're the one who disgusted me."
"I've met plenty of disgusting people, but among them, you stand as the most repulsive."
"In all your actions, I see neither dignity nor respect—only your personal indulgent delusion."
"I suppose that's why Charity despises you so much, isn't it?"
Reiger's words pierced through Kilo's fragile heart like daggers.
He wasn't someone easily provoked, but when it involved Charity, he would become impulsive, reckless.
And Reiger wasn't just touching on Charity; he was trampling Kilo's feelings for Charity, stomping them into the ground.
Had he ever faced such provocation?
Had he ever been insulted like this?
