“I said throw it away.”

Ruin’s voice, tinged with annoyance, lacked any consideration, akin to a lion’s low growl suppressing anger.

He spoke in a menacing tone not to show concern but to express his discomfort, simultaneously revealing his rejection of the gift and his anger towards it.

It had to be Ricardo, of all people.

Ruin had never liked Ricardo.

The fact that someone insignificant like him appeared stronger than others annoyed Ruin, and his lack of etiquette in duels while enjoying the privileges of a winner angered him.

Above all, Ruin was …