“That damned bastard actually kicked the bucket just like that! What a total asshole!”
In the waiting passageway, Theodore gripped onto his dual blades tightly as he furiously observed the lean looking youngster who was standing in the competition arena.
A hand then reached out from behind to hold Theodore’s shoulder.
“That’s enough, Theodore. Time for us to leave.”
“Oswald! You cowardly wimp! Are you actually willing to just throw in the towel after seeing your comrade get killed?” asked Theodore with a menacing look.
Oswald, the [A+] class expert from the Knights of Darkness Guild had a face like that of a simple-minded farmer. His stature was not outstanding in any way either; he sported a snub shaped nose and had the standard appearance of a Central American.
He showed no anger at the criticism that Theodore levelled at him. Instead, he gave a faint smile and said, “This is the Guild Leader’s decision.”
“… but we are the mighty Knights of Darkness Guild…”
