"Such a boring noble. Looks like you're the type who hides behind your mother when you're scared."
Seeing that Van didn't react at all to his mockery, Master Aaron ignored him and turned to Arthur.
"Hey, rainbow-colored mad dog, what are you doing? Swinging that sword? So slow! Can't you swing faster? Even the pigs and stray dogs I saw this morning could swing a sword faster than you," Master Aaron spat in less than ten seconds.
Hearing the insults, a vein bulged on Arthur's forehead, and his body trembled violently, showing just how furious he was.
In the end, all Arthur could do was swing his sword faster to vent his anger.
Seeing Arthur's reaction so similar to Van's, Master Aaron grew slightly annoyed and bored.
"Is this all you troublemaking brats can do? You swing your swords like exhausted snails. You act like this Academy belongs to your family. Look at you two—one with a flat, depressed face, and the other a mad dog with schizophrenia."
