"Jester?"
—Master?
"Before doing anything significant to anyone… tell me first."
Michael's voice was cold and commanding. It wasn't a request. It was an order.
Thanks to Jester's high intelligence—only further amplified by absorbing Li Yang's memories—Michael had nearly forgotten the nature of what this creature truly was.
A parasite.
A taboo.
The words it had spoken earlier had sent a chill crawling down Michael's spine.
And while what Jester said wasn't exactly wrong—even Michael could admit that it would be far more useful to him than the two youths, suggesting to kill one of them was crossing a line he wasn't willing to budge on.
—Yes, Master.
Jester responded without hesitation. But there was a tinge of disappointment in its tone.
It didn't think it had done anything wrong. It didn't even sense that Michael might now be more cautious of it. In Jester's mind, its Master simply had a different plan.
Still…
It was a pity.
