Chapter Ninety-Three: A Showdown Among Villains
Ash narrowed his eyes. Since he disliked avoiding troublesome matters, he decided to “probe” more straightforwardly.
“Desert King Doon? You don’t seem as impressive as they say; you’re quite the opposite of the saying ‘seeing is believing.'”
“Timons, you!”
Shabak, who had been loyal to Doon, widened his eyes. Despite joining forces with the Desert Apostles, apart from the shared goal of defeating the Pretty Cure, Ash showed no respect for his leader.
“He is indeed an interesting human.” On the other side of the screen, Doon’s expressionless face gradually curled into a smile. Hearing Ash’s insolent reply, he didn’t get angry but instead took an interest in him and continued asking, “Will you take off your mask?”
“The mystery is my selling point. Don’t say something so tactless, Lord Doon.”
Not dwelling on the mask, just as Ash thought he had gotten away with it, Doon spoke again, “Are you planning to join us Desert Apostles, but you’re a pure-blood human, right?”
“Of course.” Ash crossed his arms, his initial smile turning into a forced one. “A genuine human being, not like the Ch呯
