However, just like that, the old man's attacks were repulsed. The blinding speeds Little Rain spun around Dyon put hurricane force winds to shame.
Despite the result, the old butler's expression instead grew brighter.
"Good! Again!" Eagerness roared through Dyon's veins.
Dyon smirked. This old man was one of the demoness' 108 butlers. He was known as Butler 97.
He was a battle fanatic who was incredibly fond of young talents. Why else would Dyon come here?
Dyon and the old butler shot toward each other as the former smiled. Step one was complete. He had all but earned himself a place in this underground organization.
Many hours later, Butler 97 led Dyon to a hidden underground space.
