Silence filled the room briefly. Jester lightly adjusted the book in his hand before adding, "Truthfully speaking, there is probably no better vessel to house a revived soul than a clone personally created by my lord's Genesis Body skill. Those bodies possess immense vitality, adaptability, and almost perfect spiritual compatibility. Especially if carefully prepared beforehand."
The moment those words fell, SMACK.
Michael directly slapped the back of Jester's head. The sound echoed sharply through the quiet room.
Jester's head tilted slightly forward. "…?"
Michael's face darkened. "If that was all we needed to do, then why the hell did you complicate things so much?"
Jester remained silent for a moment, then calmly adjusted his posture again as though nothing happened. "My lord did not ask for the simplified version."
Michael ignored him entirely.
