"I want to ask about the fourth person. It was the person who looked just like you. According to the sketch, you were there. So my question is simple. Were you there on the day my father was killed? And if it wasn't you, then who was that person who looked just like you?"
"That person didn't kill your father. Your father died from the bullets of your own guards," Lucifer responded lazily.
"I suppose I got my answer already. So you were truly there to witness it," Jian lowered his head, sighing. "So you aren't the son of Zale. It was all a pretentious play."
"It's amusing that you don't age at all. However, it's also amusing that four people infiltrated my home. Three of the four were such powerful people that the world was going to call them Warlock Lords."
"For the greed of some treasures, the great Zale Azarel became a thief and a murderer. For some treasures, the strongest Sorcerer, Clarisse Azarel, became a murderer!"
