After Don conjured his flaming lance in preparation for battle, his sunshine and flower-patterned pajamas were illuminated in the night sky. His appearance looked very comical, contrary to his solemn expression.
Pfft!
"Hahaha… Hahahaha… Hahahaha!"
Facing such a joke of an opponent, Balthazar failed to keep a straight face and broke into hysteric laughter.
"What's so funny?" Don questioned in a low tone.
"Old thing, old thing… Aren't you pretty old yourself? Why are you pretending to be young? You look ridiculous! Hahahaha!" Balthazar cackled raucously.
Don's expression became black as charcoal. The laughter was very grating to his ears. Gnashing his teeth, Don spatted.
"…You're dead!"
The flaming lance was tossed with great strength and velocity as it shot towards Balthazar with swirling motion. It seemed like a simple attack, but the destructiveness packed within cannot simply be ignored.
"Hmph!"
