This time, however, the gazes weren't for him, but were rather for the butler by his side. It was only after noticing how their mentors treated Dyon's butler that the youths began to look at him with sneers. It seemed they had realized that the status of Dyon's butler was quite low.
"If you want." Dyon suddenly said. "I can wipe those smiles off their faces, I'm not a very patient person, as you can probably tell."
The expressions of many froze upon hearing Dyon's words.
"97!" After laughing uproariously, a butler with a round belly stepped forward. However, despite the shape of his gut, the rest of his body was brimming with so much power that the air trembled in his presence. "To think that you'd bring another with you. Though these sorts of events are open to all, can't you tell that you're unwelcome? You can't even control the mouth of this boy you've chosen?"
Dyon seemed to understand something after taking another look around.
