Alastor got up from the ground slowly. Once he saw Matthew, he couldn't help but bit his lips, showing frustration.
"You little..." he said, but did not finish as he gritted his teeth.
Matthew thought that, after that last word, there was a whole dictionary of curses toward him. It somehow made him happy. He also had a full speech inside his mind to say to that bastard, though they didn't have enough time for that.
"I am glad you remember me, Alastor, the bishop of protection. I was aiming to forcefully make you remember in case you had forgotten," the man arrogantly said, a faint smile present on his lips.
"I think you should shut your mouth before things get way too chaotic for a weakling like you to bear..." Alastor warned as he gave a step forward.