"You are not kidding, right?" Azazel asked, trembling.
Dreamer smiled. "I am not. It's really your turn."
"Hahaha. Finally!" Azazel burst into laughter and showed his middle finger to other subordinates.
"In your face, motherfuckers. I am gonna be a King. Haha." He said.
"You bastard!" Tesla raised his fists.
"Enough!" Dreamer's loud voice rang and everyone stood still.
"What are you doing, Azazel? I can understand you are happy but don't show off like that."
"I am sorry, Master." Azazel apologized.
"And Tesla, why are you the only one who got riled up? Keep your calm. The enemies will use that against you."
"F-Fine." Tesla also let it go.
Dreamer then again looked at Azazel. "Do you want to be a King or not?"
"I want to!" Azazel replied right away.
"Then come in front. Why are you wasting my time?"
"Oh. Right."
Whoosh!
Azazel dashed and stood in front of Dreamer.
