A low hum rippled through the arena as Baikran raised his hand.
"Bring him."
A spiral gate opened behind him. Chains of spatial force dragged a figure out and dropped him onto the metallic floor.
Devil Roseramon.
His silver skin was dulled, his black horns dim. Yet he still carried the arrogance of someone who believed he was untouchable.
'What the hell? I am a top 10 newbie of this academy, so who is throwing me around?'
His eyes moved lazily at first, confused, adjusting to the light.
Then confusion turned to annoyance.
"Why did you call me—"
His words stopped when he saw Almond and Lily standing side by side.
"…Who are—"
Almond flicked his fingers.
A floating screen materialized before Roseramon's eyes.
On it…
A woman's face.
Roseramon froze. His pupils shrank. His lips parted slightly as old memories pressed against the surface of his mind.
That woman.
He remembered her.
