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Before anyone realized it, a tension that made every hair stand on end swept through the dining hall, assailing the senses of everyone present.
That tension came from one person.
Someone who had only arrived here moments ago.
"Ahh, I finally got away from those clingy brats. Boss, you didn't even help me. Seriously..."
A few minutes earlier, Garfiel had strolled in through the roughly flung-open doors while stretching, ignoring everyone else and saying only that to Fang Li.
But he stopped halfway through.
Then Garfiel's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Reinhard. His entire body tensed, and an air of tension radiated from him.
Seeing this, everyone understood.
Garfiel had entered a combat stance.
As though his most primal battle instincts had been awakened, urgency poured from his body. He even hunched at the waist, looking ready to pounce at any moment and tear Reinhard apart with his fangs and claws. No one doubted that Garfiel was a pistol with his finger on the trigger.
The moment he formed the intent, that bullet would immediately fire, shooting toward the Sword Saint—the strongest man in the world.
The lively atmosphere in the dining hall was disrupted by Garfiel's display.
"S-Sorry!"
Emilia hurriedly apologized to everyone on Garfiel's behalf.
Fang Li gave him a direct order as well.
"Sit down and eat something."
It was naturally directed at Garfiel.
If it had been anyone else, they might not have been able to stop Garfiel at this moment.
But Garfiel, who considered himself Fang Li's underling, listened to Fang Li alone.
So Garfiel silently sat down, yet he continued to glare at Reinhard without relaxing his battle stance in the slightest.
The tension spread under those circumstances.
Even Reinhard seemed somewhat troubled by it.
"Say, Fang Li." Reinhard asked Fang