"Do you recognize me?" Eleanor asked again.
"Dammit, I recognize you, old bat!"
Oz flinched the moment the words left his mouth. He slowly raised his head and immediately noticed the cold gaze Eleanor was giving him. His entire body stiffened.
"S-Stop glaring at me!" Oz shouted while trying to sound tough. "You can't hurt me in this form! Remember, I've been summoned by the Ancient Spirit Contract Scroll! I'm not afraid of you!"
His words sounded logical even to himself, but Oz still could not stop his body from trembling.
The sight of that bat was simply too terrifying.
In the past, Oz and the other disciples had tried countless times to destroy, throw away, or sell that bat. Most of the times, they were caught midway and beaten black and blue on the spot. Other times, they actually succeeded in getting rid of it.
But no matter what they did, that demonic bat would always appear beside their Master the very next day as if it had never left.
That was not even the worst part.
