Green still wore his deadpan expression, his dead-fish eyes half-lidded. Neither quite smiling nor crying, he watched Kebayifu stand there.
In fact, he had expected this. When Cyrabelle returned, she had handed him these people's files. He knew their backgrounds, personalities, strengths, weaknesses, and specialties inside out.
According to his file, Kebayifu thought highly of himself. It would have been strange if he hadn't jumped up to cause trouble.
Kebayifu, meanwhile, was shocked and furious. The muscles in his cheeks twitched as he stared Green down, clenching and unclenching his fists again and again. He wanted to ignore Green, slam the door, and leave, but Green's words held him back. More than that, so did the power Green had shown.
If the rumors were true and Green controlled a High-Level Legendary Undead summon, even Kebayifu's Lineage could do nothing to him for the time being.
What should he choose? Was it better to die on his feet than live on his knees, or should a man know when to bend and when to stand tall?
The two thoughts churned through Kebayifu's mind. At last, he steeled himself. Resolve flashed in his eyes, and he ground his teeth with an audible creak...
Kebayifu was furious. Never in his life had anyone dared threaten him like this. Even the fearsome Cyrabelle had only beaten him up; she had never humiliated him this way. It was outrageous!
Eyes bulging, Kebayifu glared fiercely at Green.
Green met his gaze without flinching, his eyes calm and cold. A suffocating silence settled over the conference room.
A full five or six minutes passed. Veins stood out on the backs of Kebayifu's hands, and his patience reached its limit. Finally... without a word, he returned to his seat and sat down.
Inside, Kebayifu was still shouting at