A lopsided grin was the answer to Kiriha’s angered hiss, clearly Beelzemon wasn’t going to take Blue Flare’s General seriously anytime soon.
“Tha’s real cute, kiddo. But keep in mind, if ya know ‘m a Demon Lord, ya oughta know tha’ I ain’t exactly a weakling.”
It hadn’t been lost on him that this boy was indeed aware of his kind. But at this point, it also hadn’t surprised him. The only factor was the fact that he had no idea what sort of experience it was with Digimon. And yet he was still blabbering on about an army.
“I’m sorry, wha’ was tha’? I don’ think I caught yer name, kid,” he snickered, crossing his arms. And in his opinion, this Kiriha kid’s name wasn’t worth remembering.
“Wha’s it matter t’ you wha’ ‘m doin’ in th’ human world, huh? Ahh, so like people like you, always willin’ t’ judge me fer crimes I may not’ve even committed,” he sighed in feigned melodrama.
Despite his vexation, a small smirk revealed itself on his lips as he glared up at the Demon Lord. Well, wasn’t that a given already?
“Heh. Oh I’m aware of that alright,” he retorted, keeping his arms crossed, “Why else would I be gracing a big shot like you with my presence?”
He may or may not have sounded like he’d just issued a challenge at the other, but he was more or less prepared for the reaction. Maybe less so, seeing as he had none but a small team of his companions with him, but nevertheless, if worst comes to worst and words fail him, he’d have no qualms about settling this the hard way.
But he had to keep in mind this wasn’t the Digital World. If things do get messy with this guy, surely his efforts of keeping the lost Digimon away from other humans’ sights would go straight down the drain. And to keep that scenario from happening, he needed to find out what exactly is it that made this Demon Lord want to show itself here in the human world; no matter how he saw it, he found it highly suspicious. And he needed to do that somehow without using violence…. Well, not too much violence.
And so, unfolding his arms, he chose to keep silent at Beelzemon’s sneer.
“…Quit the bull and answer my question,” he snapped. “Because it obviously does matter when a big gun goes wandering about in our world.” Unconsciously, his hand moved to rest its palm on one of his pockets. “So? Are you gonna tell me or not?”
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