Numerous blue veins burst forth on his face, and the draconic eyes that were usually hidden beneath his hair now glowed a bloody crimson.
"Arthur Laine! It really is you!"
A low roar escaped his lips, resonant as a dragon's chant.
Feeling that he had lost his composure, the young Emperor quickly subdued his rage and once again hid his draconic eyes beneath his hair.
Amidst his anger, he also felt a bit puzzled. Why exactly was he experiencing this emotion?
"I am no longer the Magic Dragon, and hadn't I already guessed that Arthur Laine had been serving that Lich? Why, why upon seeing that person, upon hearing those words, does such uncontrollable rage surge from the depths of my soul?"
