A little Rivalry...
"Hmmm! You are only an acolyte and you claim to be a Magi, you are not useful. Go back to the other line."
Only those that were at least lesser Witch, which was at the rank of a lesser demon were allowed to be called witches.
The man Grudge had possessed stepped forward. As he did, The Werewolf frowned at him. The reason was simple.
The man looked old and senile. But that did not stop him. He placed his hand on the screen. It glowed a bright red.
"Huh!" there was murmuring amongst the Witches and magis.
The Werewolf standing guard nodded his head. "A witch that has deep demon rank strength, your type is really rare. What is your name, sir?"
The Werewolf smiled at him. Obviously, the way he treated the man had now changed. Such was the world. Only a person that had power and status was respected.
"I am, Menel," The old withered looking man answered.