"You know, there are only three possible reasons for this." Appearing behind the fake, Clifford slammed his head into the ground before lowering himself and whispering in his ear, "Either you are an innocent, clueless brat, my current form is different from before, or you are just acting stupid on purpose. So, guess my name."
"Archdevil Pedatoria?" Having heard the name from the elder before the battle, the fake questioned, his confusion growing. His fear was evident on his face since he was not much stronger than the guy who came before him. Not only did he fail to see Clifford appear behind him, but he also failed to sense his presence.
"No…think harder. Don't you think I have a reason to whisper instead of speaking out loud?" Slamming the fake's head against the ground as punishment for the wrong answer, Clifford resumed, "Never mind my name, what's yours?"
