Bab 220: Using His Own Way...

"Master, your current strength is still too far off of your plan."

Gillian held a cup of hot black tea while she sat on the sofa leisurely, moving back and forth. Was no one of the beast race able to sit in the chair obediently? Not just Anne—right now, Gillian was also swinging her body left and right like a daruma doll.

"With your current strength, it will be difficult for you to face the group of idiots sent by the Country of Light, let alone face the Four Great Generals."

"I know."