"I DON'T understand why a representative of the Sun Goddess claims that he knows more about the Soul Beasts than I do– me, the King of the Soul Beasts," Manu complained while looking at Ruston Stroganoff coldly. "I think my pride is hurt."
"I never claimed I know more about the Soul Beasts than you do, Lord Manu," Ruston Stroganoff said while placing the red egg on the cushion on top of the tea table. "In fact, my knowledge about the Soul Beasts is just as much as a regular person does."
He raised an eyebrow at what the young man said. "A regular person only knows that a Soul Beast is a de Moonasterio's "spirit guardian.""
"Uh-huh."
"I'm not convinced," he said firmly. "It seems like you know a lot about the Soul Beasts. Spill it out, child."
"I don't," Ruston Stroganoff said in a clear and convincing voice, then he looked at him straight in the eye. "But I know a lot about gods."
