Although the style of her robe had changed, Dean Bruce recognized the cute girl immediately. She was Claire Raymond, the president of the Magic Guild in Stanlow City!
Clearly, she had sensed his presence and knew he was the one who eliminated that worshiper.
With narrowed eyes, Dean Bruce said calmly, "President Claire has come to avenge the people of the Magic Guild I killed."
"If that were the case, I would have dealt with you long ago!" Claire Raymond exclaimed with a bright smile, her voice adorably cheerful. "I'm just curious about how you managed it. Your aura is so faint, yet you display power at the level of a Great Magus!"
"Most importantly, I can tell that your real age is only around ten. You're not one of those ageless old monsters."
At this point, Claire's gaze turned inquisitive as she looked at Dean Bruce, musing, "How did you achieve this?"
"No, wait… no way!"
