'Hm? This guy looks familiar…'
Tilting his head, Seraph finally realized it was the inner court disciple that had tried picking on him on his first day here.
'Oh.'
A hint of recognition passed through his eyes, and then he ignored him.
"You…"
The disciple called out to him, suppressed rage in his voice.
Seraph paused, turned his head, and pointed at himself innocently.
"Me?"
The inner court disciple stood up, a brief look of confusion on his face. Then it was replaced with intense hatred in his eyes.
["Wow, unbelievable. You've made a great enemy."] Halo joked, enjoying the situation.
Meanwhile, Seraph sighed tiredly. 'I just want a meal.'
The disciple stepped closer to Seraph, then said in a dark tone.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?"
Eh?
Seraph blinked, caught off guard. What had he done? Light up his own room? Finished a mission? What exactly did he do that made this guy agitated?
Gritting his teeth with suppressed anger, the disciple continued.
