The Dark Prestigious Oblack Academy

"Vulgar lowly dragonair! Didn't your masters inform you not to mess around with the great Oblack academy?!" The lady seemed pissed off by his answer, and her tone seemed quite distressed.

"My masters aren't those filthy dragonairs of yours," Arthur replied with a strong tone and stance, "Don't try to threaten me, I don't know what this academy of yours is, and I don't care about it!"

"You should," the lady bellowed back, while hitting the ground with both feet with a slight jump that made her look amusing, "my academy is the best academy in all worlds!"

"Really?" he smirked, "why then I never heard of it?"

"That means you are so lowly and weak! Gosh, I don't know how you managed to kill my guards! They are handpicked by my aunt! You are lying! They can't be dead!"

Arthur was getting tired of her nonsense. "Step aside, I have to see what precious cargo those monsters were trying to protect."