When the room turns silent and everyone's eyes are on me, I retract my Mana pressure. Everyone may be wondering if I am warning them that I can fight back, but that is not the case. I am just slightly pissed. I don't like to warn people of what I am capable of. I don't want to scare them away and lose the chance of beating the soul out of them.
I clear my throat and straighten my posture. My action manages to make them aware of what they are doing as they immediately take their eyes off me. Ilschevar has no expression on his face, but I can see the glint of excitement dancing in his eyes. The bastard must be thinking that things are as exciting as he expected.
