"You bastard!" Konnor roared as he picked himself up, rocks falling off his body as he soared into the air.
Anger wasn't enough to explain how he felt.
He was humiliated, insulted, ignored, and looked down upon. He, a Divine Apostle, was treated with the utmost disrespect.
"No one is original these days. 'You bastard!' That's what they always say. Like shout something else like 'You low-level ingrain!' or 'Graceless Tarnished!' Well, maybe not that one. You might get copyrighted."
Konnor looked to his left and saw Zion casually standing on the pointed top of the Royal Castle. His eyes were indifferent, not even recognizing Konnor as a threat or enemy.
'To be treated this way! It's insulting! Not only to me but to Lord Arion! I'll show him why I was chosen to be his Apostle!' Konnor gritted his teeth and then summoned an axe made out of his holy power.
