Benedict stomped his foot, and the magic circle shattered like broken glass.
Luri widened her eyes because the hereditary skill of the Fozuki clan, which had an S rank, was easily broken by Benedict.
"Didn't Carla tell you that, great lord Luri!" Benedict stared intently at Luri, his gaze like a thousand-bladed sword piercing the heart.
Benedict drew on his Ancient aura, not realising that the pressure of his aura had drawn in a region of the Ryumu mountain range. Then he continued,
"I'm here in need of a specialist friend."
Benedict already understood what Carla and Luri meant by "friend", meaning slave.
Everyone in the first-floor room stood back up, "I don't have any specialised friends. But having a best friend is pretty special." Luri remained calm and smiled a smirk despite being humiliated by Benedict moments ago.