As the baker felt his legs weaken and he slowly fall down to his knees, he turned to Elliot and bowed down. His body was trembling, sweat started to drench his clothes and the brick ground beneath him.
He had seen Adventurers come and go to their bakery. He had seen them fight in the streets. He witnessed countless Championships, but he had never felt an aura as anomalously terrifying as Elliot's.
"S-Spare me," the baker cried.
"Didn't your parents teach you not to hurt people that are weaker than you? Or any person in general," Elliot said. His breathing felt like there was a fog coming from it, his voice was being followed by a high-pitched echo. "I personally don't care if you're a female or male, if you're wrong, then I'm gonna take care of you."
