"You Dare!"
"How impertinent!"
"To refuse the lord!"
The three men's loud voices boomed across the room, carrying a pressure that scared the woman about to pour wine for both Larry and his purple-haired Lord shitless.
Noticing this, Larry turned and glared at them.
[Shut the fuck up you brats!]
The sheer amount of magic power placed in his words released a pressure far greater than the three of them combined, forcing them to drop to their knees.
Despite this, the woman remained unaffected, as was Larry's purple-haired Lord.
In fact, the man only let out a laugh while waving his hands and dispersing the magic in the air.
"Forgive them, Larry. They are still quite young."
Larry only shook his head and collected a glass of wine before taking a sip; however, his Lord's next words made him choke on his wine.
"If I had to take a guess, I'd say that's the 'child of prophecy'."
"Guh!"
