"What's your name?!"
Fu Yuan looked at the white-haired man before him. He was tall, handsome, and most importantly, his magical energy was about on par with Lemon Head from the Fourth Holy Grail War.
Still, to avoid any awkward misunderstandings, Fu Yuan politely asked before starting the fight.
After all, people from the Clock Tower! Most of the time, if you didn't beat them first, they simply wouldn't listen to reason.
And while Marisbury might have been an impressive figure in the Mage's World, by ordinary moral standards, it wouldn't be a loss even if he were hanged a hundred times!
The entire hall fell silent. Many people who had been going about their business stopped in their tracks, exchanged knowing looks, then did their best to minimize their presence as they watched the situation unfold.
They did not recognize the boy questioning a lord, but they remembered the book he had just dropped very clearly!
According to incomplete statistics, thirty percent of those who had read that book had cursed its author. Yet after seeing who the author was, every one of them had silently placed the book in the most conspicuous spot on their shelves.
Marisbury first took a deep breath, ensuring that he maintained his outward elegance.
Looking at this insolent brat before him, he decided to teach him some manners.
"Celestial Department Lord—Marisbury Animusphere."
He looked exceptionally proud as he said this. After all, he was a genius no less remarkable than Kaineth.
Yet the terrified expression he had expected did not appear on the boy's face.
This was when the value of a straight man became apparent...
But just as he wondered whether the boy before him had been frightened senseless, a not particularly large fist came hurtling toward his face.
Only then did