"Heheh, there's no need to think about escaping old man, I already have both of you in my sights. Just hand over the White Armament" Klaus spoke In a tempered, yet mocking manner.
The old man had noticed his new found strength. The only natural response to this was for him to run away. He lost to him before when he was a measly A Rank, now that he was S? Well….
"Hmp!! Are you that much of tyrant?" Guilliman asked with a raised eyebrow from the side.
Immediately he said that, Klauses demeanor changed as a gloominess overtook the hall. Klaus didn't like the word tyrant, he hated it especially when it was used to refer to him.
And Guilliman knew that.
"Says the one that imprisons the souls of his comrades" Klaus didn't even look at Guilliman when he spat.
He might be able to maintain a thick skin when talking to the old devil, but not Guilliman. That brat, frustrates him from his mere presence.
