Golden Blaze

"You bastard, if you are your mother's son, then come fight me head instead of hiding under her skirt!" It shouted in frustration.

This is really a human insult; the people are an idiot when they say Grimms don't learn from humans.

It had been trying to hit me for the past hour, but it was unable to do it due to the sensory interference of my mother's Grand Art.

"Since you are asking so nicely, here I am," I said as I appeared in front of me, but instead of seeing the joy of doing what it had asked, I saw a suspicion.

"Don't worry, I am not a phantom," I said as it might have seen something on my face, as its expression became serious before breaking into a cruel Grin.

"Caught you!" it said, and an aura like it had never revealed blasted out of its body. It did not attack; no, it is not that big of an idiot; instead, it used a trapping me, a fiery weaved ball that covered us.