"It's okay." Kaiser finally said with nonchalance. "Bring your man so we can rid him of his torments..."
"Tchh... his arrogance is the very cause of his downfall," spat a warrior, his voice condescending. For the elves who on average lived much longer than the other races, they had the chance to acquire experience. Especially the mercenaries who had even adopted the aura in addition to the mana that elves usually use.
Boasting or deliberately putting oneself in the spotlight was in most cases a sign of an early death by doing anything reckless. That was why they despised those who had a big mouth.
After giving his agreement, a table was prepared for him and Diavolo. The man who had spoken earlier, a warrior with an imposing build, ordered with a gesture two of his subordinates to go fetch the possessed.
