Psychic Overlord

Davion chuckled, tilting his head slightly as he saw the realization dawn in Kaizer’s eyes. "Ahh, you finally get it, do you?"

"Poor little Eleanor, she’s not quite herself anymore. But that’s alright, isn’t it?" He cooed, his voice syrupy sweet.

Kaizer remained silent, his expression unreadable as he glanced at the girl who should have been a rising star of the S+ class, now reduced to a lifeless creature.

Davion sighed dramatically. "Oh, come on, don’t just stand there looking all broody. It’s such a waste of a face. You should be honored to witness my work up close!"

He spread his arms wide, his ornate crimson coat billowing slightly. "This is true artistry in esper manipulation!"

Kaizer still remained silent, and by now, it was only Davion who had spoken this entire time.

Davion’s smile twitched at the edges, finally losing his patience with this damn mute. "Tsk, no appreciation for fine craftsmanship."

He glanced at Eleanor and then back at Kaizer, his red eyes gleaming. "I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. After all..."

Davion took a step forward, his cane tapping lightly against the ground as he planned to continue his mocking words but was interrupted by Kaizer’s first response since Davion appeared.

"So all of this just because the Dean rejected you? How pathetic." Kaizer said calmly as his gaze flicked toward Davion in the air.

They say that the tongue has the ability to do more damage than the sword, and in this case, it was proven true.