"What are you doing here?"
Within the hospital room, seated on the sofa, Ytrisia glanced once more toward the bed—where she, the patient, should have been resting.
But instead, Cruxius was lying there, his head tilted back, eyes on the ceiling, completely nonchalant—as if unconcerned about using his influence to push the butler of the Blac family into convincing her to arrange a date.
"...I was worried about you," Cruxius stated, lying on the bed.
His mind, however, was elsewhere—calculating the fallout of the press conference he had just given.
He knew the Hero Association would likely convene a meeting to address it, as they always did at such times when they felt threatened to have their image sullied.
The timing of his message had been perfect. It would be played before all of them.
When the strongest heroes heard it—especially since it was clearly aimed at their most powerful—their pride would be stung.
