"…"
Ian just stood there, unable to speak a word.
"Why do you have to irritate me like this? Huh?"
"Uuh! My wrist…my wrist…"
"Master Aploc!"
Moving past Ian, Aploc's follower extended his arm in order to save him.
Realising that Riley was no push over, the follower's hand was already imbued with mana.
"Let me just…"
Riley spoke as he swung the arm which was holding Aploc's wrist.
Aploc's body moved like a ragdoll.
"…live in peace!"
As he continued his words, Riley swung his arm once more in the opposite direction, deflecting the follower’s hand and released Aploc's wrist from his grip.
"Uak!"
"Kuk!"
The follower was hit by Aploc's back and flew in an arc, landing at the entrance of the rest room.
Aploc continued to fly in the direction he was swung with such force, such that he became stuck in the wall from his back.
"…"
Gulp.
Ian who had been watching Riley all this time moved his eyes to look at Aploc who was imbedded in the wall.
It seemed he had managed to absorb most of the impact with his mana, as Aploc still maintained his consciousness despite the cracks present on the wall.
Although he seemed a little out of it.
"Haaah…"
The storm has gone past, and Riley sighed greatly.
Riley glimpsed at Ian, then stepped toward Aploc.
"Oi."
"…"
Riley spoke as he moved his face close to Aploc's.
Aploc could not answer, and simply looked back at him with his jaw ajar.
It seems he was quite shocked at what had just happened.
"I'll only say this once, so listen carefully."
Riley let his killing intent seep out.
Aploc's face began to turn blue.
Ian simply held his breath.
"…Got it?"
With a whisper, Riley spoke to Aploc with his mouth on Aploc's ear, and Ian was unable to hear what was said.
Nonetheless, he could tell that Aploc's face was getting paler than before.
"G-got it."
Aploc nodded furiously.
It seemed Riley had made a request.
"Remember. You speak about this, then I don't care if you're of the Erenjium or the Orangium… I'll make a mess out of it."
"…Tha, Ah, Y…Yes! Of Course!"
Even as a 3rd party, the killing intent felt overpowering.
How would it feel to be the person it is directed at?
"Ian."
"…"
"Ian!"
"Ah…Yes!"
Riley's call snapped our Ian from his thoughts.
The clear killing intent that could be felt from Riley was now gone as if it were just an illusion.
"I'll leave cleaning the mess to you. If anyone asks, it was done by you okay?"