"Charge! Plague Doctor! Kill them! Judge them!"
The dean ensnared Raymond with his enchanted chains, pulling the hot-blooded Raymond back to his seat.
Looking at Raymond, who was still gesticulating while bound, the dean sighed.
"What on earth did that Plague Doctor do to offend you?"
Hell Plane.
Lyle was sprinting, with several members of the Demon Race in a frenzied state behind him. They had completely forgotten their mutual slaughter, their eyes fixed solely on the single target before them, for their superstar idol, Raymontos.
"Mr. Raymond, you've screwed me over." Lyle expelled the last wisp of turbid air from his chest, his eyes flickering with divine light.
"Indeed, to win one must inevitably engage in combat, it's impossible to hide forever under the wings of a senior mentor. Struggle is the best way to forge knowledge."
"You bunch of dumbasses from the Demon Race, don't go too far!"
