Rafael did not retreat to the House of Hope this time, for he was sure he wasn't experiencing an illusion.
"What's this, didn't you just say I had to pay the price?" Leon's voice thundered like the Hell Furnace, then vividly mimicked Rafael's angry roar, "I will make you understand, real pain is not death, but living..."
Rafael was certain the Red Dragon intended to kill him, and he couldn't escape, so he braced himself and shouted, "Mr. Leon."
"You actually recognize me?" Leon was a bit surprised.
"A super giant red dragon with three heads and six arms that also wields a sword, who else could it be but Mr. Leon?" Rafael complimented, "Cliff Sword, Wind Disaster, Wind of Annihilation, Demon Slayer, Giant God Dragon... who in the entire Nine Prisons doesn't know Mr. Leon's name?"
"More and more nicknames." Leon muttered to himself, wondering when his nicknames would develop to a point where just reading them all out would take several minutes.
