Duke Delaries' pale face turned from pale to green to red, his expressions remarkably rich.
He took a deep breath, and between his two sharp canines exposed to the air, his breath turned into white frost.
His crimson eyes closed, and when they opened again, a bloodthirsty red light burst forth. Those eyes made Lyle, even standing behind Mr. Raymond's wings of light, shudder as if an invisible hand had seized his heart.
"You, Raymond, very good," the oppressive voice was full of pressure, and Lyle felt a bit less confident about Andrey's ceiling on combat ability.
Delaries transformed into a sky full of bat shadows, dragging Joshua away, leaving behind only a harsh statement.
"The Loshutar Blood Clan severs ties with you, Raymond. From the next time on, it's a fight to the death!"
Delaries spoke the most aggressive words in the most cowardly tone, but Mr. Raymond liked to push his advantage.
