Seeing their distrust, Roud slowly raised his palms, as though he was some messiah.
[Come now, little Piglets. Am I that bad in your eyes?]
[Well, I can't say you're wrong. However, for Examination 4, I'd prefer to see you battle with some fuel in your bellies.]
Or else wouldn't it be a bore to watch?
Roud leaned forward, with a grin designed to lure his prey into making fatal errors.
[Little Piglets… Your opponent(s), though weak before me,... will be undoubtedly far superior to you in strength.]
[In fact, I dare say that none of you can truly deal with any of them on your own. In conclusion, you're all too WEAK and insignificant to deal with them one-on-one.]
Weak?
Him?
Levon flattened his mouth into a straight line, as did others.
Well, if this was some kind of joke, they saw no humor in it whatsoever.
'He's exaggerating, isn't he?'
It's true that the Roud was powerful.
