Clang—
The Duke of Wyvern abruptly stood up, creating a tremendous noise.
"Lord Ansel," he immediately turned to Ansel, forgetting to address him as Hydral.
His amber-brown pupils twisted slightly, showing signs of transforming into vertical slits:
"Is this insolent person the method you speak of?"
The insolent one who had battled him fiercely three years ago and subsequently vanished - Faust.
"Insolent?"
Faust, standing at the conference room door, sneered. "You seem to hold yourself in too high regard, Clement."
"Do you believe you're some inviolable existence?"
"Faust!" the Duke of Wyvern roared, "How dare you—"
"Noisy," the black-haired youth said expressionlessly, his hand already on his sword hilt.
The other extraordinary beings' expressions changed. The Duke of Wyvern's strength was evident from his seat closest to Ansel.
