The Battle isn't Over

Orfilia's pov

The swirling breezes stopped and there was an utter silence lingered in the corridor. My gaze was centred on the figure blocking my way. It took a lot of my strength not to punch his beautiful sculpted face.

I exhaled deeply before drewing my sword from the back and my gaze sharpened at him with an anger being suppressed under the table.

"Where is Ivory?" I demanded and answer from him.

He didn't appear affected by my words and stared at me instead of responding to me. Casually, he shoved his hands in the pocket and whistled in a humming. Could he go that down?

"I asked you something, Raymond!!! Where is Ivory?" I yelled at him and put my sword in front of him with the tip of the blade flashing under the showered moon light.

"Oh dear!!! We finally met and here you are asking about unwanted things. Come one, let's make this special. Instead of that ungrateful bitch, how about, you introduce yourself." The way he ignored my demand and surfaced baseless topics, The momen