"He is Oberlis," Dark Lord Lava Oriel indicated, pointing at the lean man who emerged from the spatial rift.
Oberlis seemed somewhat disgruntled, shouting at Oriel, "Oriel, don't address me in such an ordinary manner. You should add the prefix 'Space Wanderer.'"
"That won't do," Oriel flatly refused.
Oberlis was visibly furious, finally gritting his teeth and saying, "Oriel, for the sake of Flamefruit, I'll forgive your rudeness this time."
Then, under Ethan's astonished gaze, the Flamefruits vanished in an instant.
This is — a Space Ring!
Ethan sensed the familiar fluctuations.
"My fruits!"
"Oberlis, those fruits were to entertain Ethan, they weren't for you. Return them to me right now!" Oriel roared in anger.
"That won't do," Oberlis echoed the same phrase before continuing, "Oriel, calm down, don't disturb my assessment of the new recruit for the Devil Guild."
