Enlightenment of the Soul
"So while this task would take others decades… you will likely grasp it quickly."
Anos exhaled slowly.
At least that was reassuring.
Still, he noticed something strange.
Budha's expression had subtly changed.
The calm saint-like smile from earlier slowly disappeared.
Then—
A sharp grin appeared on the monk's face.
It was not gentle.
Not peaceful.
Not holy.
It was the exact same dangerous smile every incarnation seemed to show whenever battle or growth excited them.
Even his eyes changed slightly.
Azriel immediately burst into laughter beside him.
"There it is!"
The vampire emperor pointed at Budha excitedly.
"I was waiting for the monk's real face to appear!"
Anos stared at Budha silently.
The monk simply smiled back at him.
A very bad feeling suddenly crept into Anos' chest.
"…What are you planning to do?" he asked slowly.
Budha folded his hands behind his back calmly.
"Nothing excessive."
"That answer somehow makes me more worried."
