บท 392: Pre-emptive Strike

The atmosphere became tense so abruptly. Yates' knuckles turned white from unconsciously gripping his magic staff too tightly with his left hand.

"Who are you?"

The pale-faced sorcerer turned around to face Grimm, his single remaining eye looked long and hard at Grimm's figure. The sorcerer was certain that he had never seen anyone that looked like the man standing before him, nor were there anyone who emanated Grimm's distinct life signal of a Dark Sorcerer.

"Caw! How dare you question who my young master is? My master is the dean of the Black Isotta Sorcerer Academy, the great Peranos'..."

Grimm smacked Myna before motioning for him to shut up.

The foreboding expression on Dira's pale face became even more apparent as soon as he found out about Grimm's identity as a Dark Sorcerer from Black Isotta Sorcerer Academy.