Chapter 58: Runaway
Thud! Thud! Shatter!
Sound of metal falling, and plates breaking sounded.
The entire shop started trembling, as if an earthquake was happening. The young brown-skinned boy who was carrying five glass plates with food crumbs and five metal glasses over them fell to the ground, staring at the purple-haired man in horror.
"...James, I would appreciate it if you don't joke around." Velmire's voice was low, his face cold—but his aura... terrifying, almost disgusting in how heavy it felt.
Even Kirin and Sebastian grew cautious, preparing defense spells in the back of their minds, but—
The cold smile never left Johan's face. He observed closely as he saw Velmire's muscles twitching—if he attacked, his body would explode.
'This evolved version of Spirit Pact is as overpowered as I imagined.' Johan suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, but raised his hands in surrender.
"It was not a joke. Would I ever make such a disgusting joke with my best friend?" Johan said word by word, his tone friendly.
"Whaa, best friend?" Orihime's eyes widened—even more so when she saw Velmire actually becoming composed.
'Am I about to become a sex slave to this man!?' The thought sent a chill down her spine.
"Explain." Velmire got back on his chair, but Johan stood up, startling everyone.