Ozul did not immediately answer and kept staring at Cyril's face.
"Who sent you?" he asked after a while.
Before, Ozul thought that these people might be sent by the Emperor to keep an eye on him. However, he had to think otherwise after he heard his title from their mouth.
"Who sent us?! Stop wasting my time and answer! It doesn't matter who sent who. Are you The Feral or not?!" Cyril said impatiently. He did not like to wait for so long only to hear such dumb questions.
"Does that matter?" Ozul asked apathetically, not really caring about Cyril's behaviour.
When Cyril noticed that Ozul again ignored his question, his face started to burn with anger as he shouted, "You bastard!"
With a shout, he ran towards Ozul with an unbelievable speed. He had disappeared from his spot from a normal point of view, causing dirt to rise from the ground.
