Chapter 1165

A murderous glint flashed in Perseus' eyes. So what if Conan's brother Harlan was an Earthen warrior? Who cared if he was a True Level expert? Perseus would fight him regardless. Fred shook his head, exasperated. "Follow me." Then, he led Perseus to Conan's room. Unlike Fred's room, Conan's living space occupied a different section of the first floor—clean and free from foul odors. The window overlooked flowerbeds, their fragrance drifting in on the breeze. "Help me out. Throw all of Conan's things away. We'll move in together. I want this place." Fred cautioned him. "Perseus, think this through. You'll be humiliating not just Fred, Harlan, and the Wyvern Warriors but Cadmus too! Are there not any other ways for us to get through this?" Perseus raised an eyebrow. "Even if you knelt and begged for mercy, would he forgive you?" Fred went silent at that. Then, he turned and threw Conan's blanket out the door. This spectacle drew attention throughout Ouranos, shocking not ju