As Azrael made his way toward No. 4's ward, he suddenly came across a familiar figure and raised an eyebrow, a faint trace of amusement crossing his expression.
"Seems like your legs and ears are fine now," He commented lightly, glancing at Robert standing before him.
Robert, who had come to the health center to check on his friend, the one who had received a knee strike on his face from Azrael and suffered a minor brain injury, flinched at the remark.
His body stiffened, and for a brief moment, he almost took a step back in fear. Memories of the previous encounter flashed in his mind, the strike, the sudden pain, the shock of Azrael's overwhelming strength.
But he quickly remembered that fighting was forbidden in the health center and regained his composure.
He cast Azrael a cold glare before turning to walk away without saying anything.
