[center][h1][color=red]Yurius Diencrade[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Listening to the two of them speak made Yurius scoff at a few of his current and former students. Weak, childish, naïve and fueled with self-interest and arrogance. They are the embodiment of what he hated. If he was his former self, he would be challenging them to a fight and running his claws along their necks. But to him, they didn't really matter. He didn't have to waste time caring for those buffoons. His time left was not worth it.

Without prior-indication, he put up his two fingers. [color=red]"Two. You may refuse to believe, but in the physical, there are only two. Among a few dozens of them. So like you said, I definitely know these things, very well in fact."[/color] He looked to Tholl [color=red]"And yeah, a splendiferous idea I would say. I am already in the process of that, showing them how pitiful physically they are at the moment."[/color]

With that said, he took another sip from his drink. [color=red]"While that is taking place, I may give these toads a glimpse of a life in exile, just like how I did near a century ago. I'm no hero, but that should give them the warning."[/color]

The vampire grinned evilly. Old habits die hard. He had ceased his genocidal rampage, yet sometimes, he couldn't help but think like that.

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