Raith was faced with a very hard decision to make.
Raith, disciple? This was truly the greatest joke ever. And to add to it–this guy was looking very intimidating. Of course, the Raith that was sitting here was very different from the Raith before going to Therut.
In body and presence, Raith exuded all majesty, almost making his presence comparable to a God. If we were to consider how people and children flocked around him every time he decides to go out, it was as if he was a well-respected religious leader of some cult.
People's eyes were on him, waiting for his decision.
'This bastard...' Raith gnarled in silence.
In actuality, Draear had been pursuing Raith since he woke up.
Teach me to fight
Take me in
Make me your disciple
I want to serve you
What can I do to become your student?
He was always attacking Raith with these words from every corner of the camp.
