Somma's eyebrows furrowed deeply.
"It would seem that you are the one forgetting your place, Lord Jarolde," he spoke, his voice laced with a slight chill. "You just defied the orders of a Great Sorcerer. Trueblood or not, we as apprentices cannot match the authority of a Great Sorcerer here. You might want to rethink your actions just now; otherwise, you would leave me with no other choice."
At Somma's words, Jarolde's facial expression twitched; he was taken aback for just a moment but quickly regained his composure. An arrogant chuckle escaped his lips, and he replied,
"Because you are a Pseudo Sorcerer, so you think I am scared of you? Do not think you could speak to me as you wish, Apprentice Somma. We, the truebloods of the Brander Clan, are blessed with the power of the invincible Earth Dragon, a Divine Beast, and possess a High Bloodline that has the potential of reaching the seventh rank. Compared to average people like you, we do not need to fear your strength."
