"What? Isn't the test tomorrow?"
There is always someone stronger.
An Su thought that Elf's two-hour tardiness was already shockingly enough, but he hadn't anticipated that his rural compatriots from the borderlands would surpass even that.
Lister and Arthur's earth-shattering act infuriated Demigod Rada beyond measure.
His face turned beet red, his bald head, shining with Holy Light, also flushed with blood, looking like a tea egg from the pressure, and he even found it difficult to breathe. Ever since he became the General of Suffering, wherever he went, he was greeted with courtesy; he had never been so humiliated.
To think he had been waiting here for two whole hours!
And last time, last time those guys actually had the audacity to get drunk before a meeting; that wasn't even the worst of it – the worst thing was that, though he was present, no one bothered to toast to him!
"Oh dear."
