"Now… Do you think I won't have the guts to kill you?" Zeon then spun the pistol in his hand using his finger and then pointed it at Clarion's forehead again. He thought he looked cool doing that.

Then, his finger slowly tightened around the trigger, and the spring in the trigger was pulled tight, ready to fire. Even Clarion, who fancied himself as someone who did not fear death, could feel his breathing becoming rapid.

It was obvious that Zeon really wanted to kill Clarion as his murderous in