173 The Rank-9 Boss. (1/2)
'Is it because of some formations, or because he is a Rank-9?' Ozul contemplated. He did not have any way to confirm either.
'If it is the latter, then that means I really can't take on a Rank-9 Mage... Either way, I will have to be a little careful,'
When he arrived on the floor, the atmosphere was more oppressive than the previous story. There was one couch placed on the side, while a wall separated half of that place.
Cyril and Mark went near the door to know, but before they could do so, they heard a heavy voice,
”Come in.”
The duo visibly flinched as they suddenly heard the voice. However, they obeyed nonetheless and entered with Ozul behind them.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was bleak. The only light source was the transparent wall behind the big chair that was placed behind the table.
On the chair sat an intimidating man who would give out chills to anyone who looked at him right now. He did not release any Mana, but it was obvious that he was the Boss around here.
His eyes followed the three as if a tiger was looking at his prey. However, Ozul was not intimidated by such a show. Rather than sweating nervously as the duo did, he calmly took a seat right in front of the table.
Meanwhile, the duo did not move in fear.
”Explain,” the person spoke in his heavy voice that reverberated throughout the giant room.
Although the person did not move his head away from Ozul, Cyril and Mark were aware that it was directed towards them.
Mark hurriedly made his way over to that man's side and whispered something in his ears.
Hearing whatever Mark told him, the man sharpened his eyes at Ozul before saying, ”Both of you wait outside.”
Mark and Cyril sped out of the room as fast as they could. Just standing in the presence of that man was making them nervous.
*Creak... Tak.*
The door closed, leaving the man staring at Ozul like a vicious predator.
Suddenly, as if to test him, the man released his Mana pressure and weighted it all down on Ozul. The pressure was so intense that the entire building started to shake.
However, the man was surprised to see that Ozul had no obvious changes in his expressions.
'Hm... From this pressure alone, I think I would be able to keep my ground against him,' Ozul assessed the strength of this man.
He could only take guesses before but he now had a better general idea about a Rank-9 Mage's strength.
”So... it really is true, what Mark said.” The man spoke with his usual tone. He had released every bit of his pressure that he could without making a physical movement. It would have been enough to bring anyone below Rank-9 to their knees.
Ozul did not reply and also stared coldly straight in that man's eyes.
Their staring contest continued for a few minutes before the man decided to take a step back.
”The Feral... I never knew that you would turn out to be a Rank-9 Mage. No wonder none of your targets lived to see another day,” although the words sounded like a compliment, there was no sense of praise in his tone.
From what he had read from the reports, he was aware that the Feral's targets were at best only Rank-7 Mages. So, him being able to defeat some ants wasn't something to be praised for. On the contrary, the man thought that it was beneath someone so powerful to interfere in the matters of those weak individuals.
”So, what are you here for?” the man asked while leaning back against his chair.
”To ask why your organization wanted to bring me alive for—more accurately, to ask who ordered it,” Ozul replied.
”Oh?” the man uttered as he scrolled his finger on the table in front of him. There seemed to be a magical screen that contained a list of information.
After scrolling through for a while, the man put his hands on the table in a dramatic manner.
”And why should I tell you the secret information of my guild?” the man spoke in a provoking tone.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the room turned heavy. Even Cyril and Mark standing outside the room felt their backs getting drenched in sweat.
”You should tell me since that would be best for both of us,” Ozul replied calmly.