Judgement [2]

However, right now, it seemed like he might not have everyone on his side...

"You ungrateful bastards! How could you speak of your leader like that... After everything he's done for us!" A man with a slightly different armor came into view, his skin beet red as veins bulging all over his face.#

"Oh... It's Grants little dog." One of the men sitting on the side could not help but mutter under his breath, his despite wanting it to go unnoticed, he had said it far too loud for no one to hear it.

'Oh... It's Judgement Knight #32' Silas thought while looking at the incoming man who was steaming with rage.

Silas could remember him from the last time they met. He was essentially Grant's right-hand man. However, he wasn't anything special himself. His armor was a little better than everyone else's, but that was about it. He didn't have anything about him that made him stand out significantly more than others, other than his armor.