Under that kind of gaze, even Dean Bruce felt a bit overwhelmed. He said in a stern voice, "Don't look at me like that. If you have something to say, just say it directly!"
"My dear Mr. Dean... could you help me get rid of that guy?" Alita Miller put on a pitiful and vulnerable act, pleading, "I was forced into this organization, and he's one of the main culprits! If you help me kill him, I'll serve you as your slave, devoted to you for life!"
"..."
Before Dean Bruce could respond, a voice came from not far away, "Enough, Alita. You're saying these things in broad daylight. Aren't you afraid that someone might accidentally overhear?"
[Someone's coming!] Dean Bruce's heart tightened as he turned toward the direction of the voice. He saw a small, middle-aged man with blue hair, dressed in a blue magic robe, approaching.
While Dean Bruce was sizing up the middle-aged man, the man was also scrutinizing him.
