Seeing their distrust, Roud slowly raised his palms, as though he was some messiah.
[Come now, little Piglets. Am I that bad in your eyes?]
[Well, I can't say you're wrong. However, for Examination 4, I'd prefer to see you battle with some fuel in your bellies.]
Or else wouldn't it be a bore to watch?
Roud leaned forward, with a grin designed to lure his prey into making fatal errors.
[Little Piglets… Your opponent(s), though weak before me,... will be undoubtedly far superior to you in strength.]
[In fact, I dare say that none of you can truly deal with any of them on your own. In conclusion, you're all too WEAK and insignificant to deal with them one-on-one.]
Weak?
Him?
Levon flattened his mouth into a straight line, as did others.
Well, if this was some kind of joke, they saw no humor in it whatsoever.
'He's exaggerating, isn't he?'