"Puhahahaha!" Juverin laughed loudly with pleasure. "You plan to silence them all?" he asked.
Indeed Ernacht had not let out the slightest trace of his aura to initiate a provocation, but Juverin could feel it at the tip of his senses. Ernacht is very similar to Lucifer in this respect. However, he was still unlike Lucifer, who even though he has suppressed his emotions, can still make the sky cloudy and thunder rumbles, Ernacht is like an adorable baby bird.
"Milord, you know that I choose not to call myself a dragon," said Ernacht. "I am neither the son of Orcen Rotund nor your grandnephew. I am the Son of Eoin and Amaranth of Croiso and the younger brother of the Archmage Roxus Croix. It's not because I'm afraid I'll get into trouble, but because I, myself, will be a big problem for you guys," Ernacht threatened politely.
Once again, Juverin was reminded of the way Lucifer spoke, it is just that Ernacht is more polite.
