Just as Gorak was about to say more, several footsteps echoed from the hallway outside.
"Hah! I bet it's those lowly shitheads."
The woman smirked, crossing her arms. "Surely it is them, Sir Gorak. Those must be the low-born scum you were complaining about."
Gorak crossed his arms with a dark smirk, his eyes fixed on the huge double doors as they swung open.
A man in a dark robe stepped inside, followed by five girls wearing similar robes behind him.
"Ah~ No wonder they're late. Heh…" Gorak smirked darkly. "If it isn't the fifth and weakest hero who serves that lowly goddess Rafazelia. You were late because you took time to recharge your dick so you could fuck all those girls behind you? Huh? Jaigarrrrr~"
Jaigar narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin, his voice serious and cold.
