I'm Going to Render You into Human Oil

Roland's body tensed as an utterly revolting figure surfaced in his mind.

Buckman!

Xavier's student and lapdog. He had already been a full-fledged mage more than a decade ago, yet had still failed to advance to the elite rank.

So he had turned all his attention toward making money and indulging himself, controlling more than half of Xavier's business channels and wielding considerable influence.

Roland had often been forced to "serve" that drug-addicted old pervert who would sleep with anything that moved. It was impossible not to remember him vividly.

Birds of a feather flocked together. How could a normal person possibly fit into Xavier's interest group?

"My little darling, come out. I can smell you. It really makes me... miss you." The dry, hoarse voice carried a hint of teasing ease.

Roland clenched his jaw. His palms swelled slightly, his fingers spread, and several dark-red claws a few inches long extended from them.

"You know, this is what's wrong with you. You're far too stubborn. If you had a sweeter mouth, why would you have to suffer so much?"

As Buckman spoke, he took several more steps forward, crushing debris beneath his feet with crackling sounds.

Roland sensed his approximate location, his body taut and ready to strike.

But Buckman suddenly stopped, halting five meters away without any intention of entering the ruined house.

"If you don't come out, I'm going to set the place on fire. You wouldn't want to burn that valuable body of yours, would you?" Buckman chuckled.

Roland's heart tightened. He knew Buckman was absolutely capable of doing it.

He retracted his claws, shoved aside the debris before him, and slowly crawled out like a dog. Dust fell over him, leaving him filthy and disheveled.

He deliberately crawled out on the side farthest from Buckman,