The wind blew hysterically, dust covering the whole sky.
A sombre yet awkward atmosphere arose.
Duke Gordan stood aside, staring dumbstruck. He never thought Claire would actually say those kinds of rebellious words. Now what could be done? The opponent wasn’t something their Hill family could offend, a huge figure.
Emery was already so moved he couldn’t say anything and just stared starstruck at the girl in front of him, his throat already choked with emotions, the corner of his eyes also warm. It seemed like some kind of fluid was going to come gushing out.
Cliff’s face reddened even more. His body started to shake, lips opened wide. He wanted to say something, but not a single word came out.
Claire had actually said these kinds of resolute words at him for a low-class magician!
Do everything I can to kill you. I definitely won’t let you off!
The mood had reached an extreme rigidity. Duke Gordan breathed out deeply, finished. This time they were really finished. When had Cliff been threatened like this before?
Walter’s teeth chattered, completely down in the pits, completely undescribable. Claire didn’t want to live anymore, but he did, he still wanted to feel sunshine in a new body! What did not wanting to live count as to the old freak floating in mid-air?
Claire stared at Cliff. Cliff floated in mid-air and also fiercely watched Claire.
The atmosphere was on the verge of erupting.
Duke Gordan fiercely shook off a handful of sweat.
A light smile appeared on Emery’s face, a knowing and worried smile. He had already made a decision in his heart. This life, with a disciple like Claire, how could there be any regrets?
Emery opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Claire stared at Cliff and gently said,
“With that same reasoning, Master, in my heart you can’t be replaced. If there was someone who wanted to harm you, I would also risk my life to protect you and definitely not let off the person who harmed you. I swear, I definitely won’t let them off.” Claire’s gentle yet unmatched resolute voice sounded in the air, sounded in Cliff’s heart.
The surroundings was silent, so quiet you could seem to hear everyone’s breaths.
Suddenly, Cliff resembled a child as he started crying waa waa, landing on his butt as he descended to the ground, kicking his two legs and started making a racket. “Why am I second Master? Why do I need to be second master? I want to be first master, I want to be first master…”
Awkward, everyone felt thoroughly awkward.