(This will be incomprehensible if quoted)
*White Silver King Isley of the North appears before me, and I freeze in fear*Isley: Kneel.
*Kneels before him*Isley: Your friend and I had a sparring match earlier.
-...
Isley: Do not worry, I didn't kill him.
-Th-Thank you..
*Isley grabs me and holds me in the air by my throat*Isley: I am your ruler, address me so.
-*Choking* Y-yes.. my king..
*Isley drops me, causing me to land on my stomach. He places his foot on my back*Isley: I would like for you to tell him of the Curitain's Rite.
-You.. You mustn't, my king..
Isley: Tell me not what I must not do. I decide my own path, and a whelp like you cannot prevent it. How are you second in the Claymores?
-I... I killed the first. Therefore technically I am first. But I left The Organisation, my king.
Isley: Is that so? Then I implore you to join us, Para. Become The Silver Eyed Witch Para of the East.
-...
Isley: I will give you time to think over this. Until then, carry out my orders or you'll be killed.
-I feel a sense of hypocrisy. If I were to become an Abyssal One, I'd be far more powerful than you.
*Isley presses down on me, fracturing a rib*Isley: But you're NOT an Abyssal One. Follow my orders, and think about my offer. Farewell.
*Isley disappears, as if into the air itself. I roll onto my back*