Chapter 2006

Alfred couldn't help but think that Davy's statement was completely unwarranted. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ewing, but I'm just someone who speaks my mind," Davy said, stuffing his hands into his pockets before giving a smirk and cocking his head slightly. It was the characteristic hubris of most Ebreans. They held themselves in the highest esteem, regarding all those beyond their borders with utter contempt. Alfred, unwilling to waste his breath on Davy, merely warned, "I hope you can—" Yet, Alfred suddenly stopped himself mid-sentence after his gaze was drawn across the verdant expanse of the field. He saw a man slowly making his way toward him from the other side of the golf course, with a cigarette in one hand and his other hand in his pocket. His smirk was the same as always—infuriating, cocky—but there was an edge to it now, a confidence that made Alfred feel uneasy. "Y-You actually came, Perseus," Alfred stammered in disbelief, his voice trembling. He couldn't believe Perseus actual