Pill Sword

When he saw the hook-nosed woman being carried by two of the five bronzed armored guards, his first instinct was to unleash his rage onto her. It seemed obvious that she was the culprit, especially since he had heard her screech earlier. It was actually because of that screech that he was put in a precarious position to begin with. If it wasn't for that, Dyon's actions wouldn't have so easily influenced him. 

However, when his gaze landed on Dyon's amused expression, a baleful aura billowed from his body. 

A mortal dared laugh at him? 

His peeling and singed skin trembled, revealing tender and bleeding skin beneath. His black face was quickly turning red for a reason other than his emotions. However, Dyon actually spoke before he had a chance to unleash his rage. 

"If you'd like someone to blame, you can blame your receptionist." 

The young woman gawked. "… N-no Venerable P --."