"Holy One, forgive my rashness this once." The Gray Robe Wizard was so frightened he broke out in a cold sweat; his knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
"Hmph!" Bigas, suspended in mid-air, let out a scornful snort, then furrowed her brow. "Blood-Sucking Worms! Hmph! To think such a petty trick could bring you to this state! What face do you have to stand before me?"
"Master, Master, I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!"
Suddenly, a soft, immature voice trembled in mid-air. It sounded like a child sincerely confessing to stern parents after making a mistake. Every syllable was filled with a fear of its parents, making even the onlooking Treasure Hunters feel a twinge of sympathy for the voice.
"Hmph!" Sage Bigas seemed quite fond of this sound, uttering it several times in a short while.
"Master, I won't dare anymore! Please, Master, don't annihilate me..."
