Klaus stood there with his hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips. Although hundreds of Saints, Sages, and even Great Sages stood blocking his path, Klaus showed no signs of panic or fear.
He looked awfully calm for someone who could be ganged up on at any moment.
"What are you smiling about, bastard? Turn around and leave before we make you," a Sage soldier said, pointing his spear at Klaus.
"What is your name?" Klaus asked, directing his question to the Sage.
"My name is of no importance here," the Sage growled. "What matters is that you turn around and leave. You don't want us to make you."
"Oh, really?" Klaus replied, still calm as ice.
"Yes. You stand no chance against us, so turn and leave. That would be the best thing for you."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Klaus replied, still maintaining his smile. "I have some beauties waiting for me at the academy, you see, so missing this trial is a no-go," he added.
