Ramp arrived at the palace gate, his ugly face showing an expression of "apprehension," as he whispered:
"Master, I am here."
"Come in."
The palace gates slowly opened.
The ogre mage walked in slowly, bowing his corpulent body, nervously awaiting orders, large drops of sweat dripping from his forehead.
The mages who worked under Ramp, suffering from constant mockery and abuse, would never imagine their leader could have such a disheveled moment. It was simply unimaginable for them.
"Ramp, you must have noticed my recent erratic state."
"Master, this..."
Ramp secretly looked up, and after noticing the absence of destructive light in Cassius's eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
But soon, he realized another important matter.
The ogre hurriedly knelt before the Red Dragon, like a moving mountain of flesh.
"Master, you... you have finally returned."
