"We don't say 'God bless', we say 'Mad Fire above', got it?"
"Got it, Lord Sect Leader!"
"Very good. Now, suppose you're walking down the street, and I, as a missionary from one of the Three Great Religions, come up to question you—what are you supposed to say?"
"Mad Fire above."
"Wrong!"
Todd tapped the lectern with the long pointer in his hand, saying through gritted teeth like he hated iron for not becoming steel:
"Don't be so rigid in your thinking. At a time like that, you say 'God bless'. Do we look like an organization that can openly advertise itself? At least not yet! So keep it low-key, understand?"
"Understood, Lord Sect Leader!"
The little Todd class was filled with his impassioned, rising-and-falling voice as he lectured.
And the Knight standing by the door of the building serving as a classroom watched this scene, couldn't help sighing, and pushed up his sunglasses that were hiding his now faintly yellow eyes.
