"You know…," Atticus's voice suddenly echoed across the camp, the once quiet area becoming impossibly even more silent.
"For someone who claims to be smart, you sure are incredibly dumb. Did you come all the way from your division with a thousand youths just to show your ugly teeth?" Atticus asked.
Emeric's form froze.
The Psyllium family members hated many things, but when most of these incidents occurred, they always made sure to maintain a calm demeanor and think before acting.
However, there was one thing none of them could stand.
Regardless of gender, having their appearance insulted would immediately rouse their anger.
With a cold expression on his face, Emeric's eyes suddenly turned abyss black, and without a word, the youths under his control stepped forward from behind him.
Each of their expressions displayed intense anger, mirroring the intense amount of anger their master was feeling.
