Chapter 645
"How long has it been now?" Killian impatiently asked as he kept staring at the door, waiting for it to creak open and for the Supreme Magus to step out holding his swords.
"I think it's been twenty minutes now," Ash replied, only to hear Killian groaning in frustration:
"The wait and anticipation is killing me. How much longer will he take?"
"Who knows, he might even be working on Brook's shield instead of your swords," Ash answered with a casual chuckle. The sound earned him a long, heavy glare from the warrior beside him.
"Tch." Killian scoffed under his breath and turned his head away.
"By the way," Ash began again as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Doesn't the Supreme Magus' confidence seem too glaring and unsettling?"
"Meaning?" Killian asked while raising a brow.
"I mean he is extremely sure that his supposed coup will succeed. Why does a simple alchemist have that much assurance? He is not physically strong.
