Lucien was on his knee, clutching his stomach. That blow—no kidding—had hurt like hell.
'I had no idea she could throw a punch like that!'
Gaya was a Mage. Not that he thought she wouldn't be able to throw a punch; however, he just thought Mages shouldn't boast such terrifying punch power.
Gaya, by the way, stood above him with her arms akimbo.
"Really! Really! What would have happened if you'd died! You think you can just waltz into a place and waltz out because you have the eyes of a god and the bones of a god?!"
Lucien couldn't even answer or defend himself. She just ranted continuously.
"You are miles—I tell you, Lord Cien—miles away from becoming strong. You might look like you can handle anything now, but in the grand scheme of things, there are many people out there—not even gods, by the way—and they will crush you!!"
Lucien opened his mouth but only closed it back and gulped.
She pointed at him with ferocious fire burning in her gaze.
