I was very surprised to see its reaction; there is clearly a huge difference in strength between them, but Fasra still decided to hold back. 

  　　It is not in the Grimms nature to behave like this, but circumstances could force anyone, even Grimms, and seeing the tribe of the Grimm in front of me, I felt like my predictions were right.

  　　"Micheal Zaar, I am Gosdr; I have ordered to bring you to the coven. It would be really great if you just surrender; I would really don't want to mess you up before I present you the coven," said the Golden Fire Werewolf. 

  　　It is another powerful Golden Fire Werewolf with the brimming bloodline energy; they are popping over everywhere like they have found treasure that can make even their weakling powerful.

  　　This one is too completely unknown; I will have to check the directory of lower Tyrants to see its identity; it is how we were able to find the information of most of the new Golden Fire Werewolves that had recently popped up.

  　　"Are you not afraid that my strings have already wrapped around you, and I could make you disappear instantly?" I asked, and I could see the alarm flaring in its eyes, and it took a step back before stopping itself and glaring at its embarrassing display.

  　　The Black Sharkman did not even hide its smile, which made it angry, but it did not remain angry for long, even bringing out its confident smile.

  　　"Those invisible strings of yours are quite terrifying; in their fear, I forget for a moment that I have a way against them," It said and showed me a complex Grimm glyph back of my right palm; the glyph is shining in a golden light, and when I touched it with my soul sense, I had felt a terrifying aura from it.

  　　"Bind me with your string Zaar; I dare you. Those strings of your will not take even a second to turn into ashes with the power of the seal," I said and intentionally flared its power; so I could sense its might even more clearly.

  　　I can see Fasra muttering 'idiot' inside his mouth, seeing the Golden Fire Werewolf showing the seal to me childishly, giving a closer glance at its defense; only an idiot would do that.

  　　It seemed to realize that, too, as the confident expressions on its face vanished, and it toned down its power and brought back its hand.

  　　"It is quite a powerful seal, but you do know that I used to kill you bastard even before I got my strings, and I still have confidence in doing that today," I said and hearing that a laugh couldn't help but escape from the mouth of the Golden Fire Werewolf.

  　　"You have a strength, but it will be far from enough to do anything against me; you should just surrender," It said, and a powerful aura of High Grandmaster came out of it.

  　　"You too weak to even speak surrender in front of me," I said and summoned my armor. Hundreds of thousands of strings came out, each string being finer than hair. As they came out, they began to weave themselves in a very complex pattern.

  　　If they could carefully, they would notice; these strings are not simply weaving the pattern but run themselves. 

  　　It might feel like a minute, but it was finished within an instant; a silver-grey armor with green stripes appeared on my body. It is not as thick as my previous armor, but it is a bodysuit either; it looks like real armor.

  　　Those extremly familiar with my string, like Marina, might notice some change in my strings. This change is different than the usual change that comes with every advancement; it is very different, and I have very high hopes for it.

  　　"Since you are unwilling, I will have to force you with my strength then," It said as the vicious smile dawned on its face and swung its long golden claw that was covered in golden fire.

  　　Seeing, my sword appeared in my hand, and I swung it toward it with the battle spirit burning in my eyes.

  　　This golden fire werewolf in front of me is no weakling, and it is very powerful. I have to be careful of it, especially of that seal; it had appeared before, and it was extremly dangerous, far more than the Grimm Monster itself.

  　　Clang!

  　　Its claw clashed against my sword and created fiery, powerful shockwaves that, for a moment, were even able to push back against thick energies around us.

  　　Its powerful bloodline energy came at me, not stopping even when my sword destroyed half of its power and came at my armor. 

  　　My armor absorbed the energy, every last bit of it, leaving no speck of it. The energy disappeared; it even went to filtration and entered inside me for my runes to feast on, just disappeared as it entered my armor.

  　　Seeing that, an ecstatic smile couldn't help but appear on my face; the constitutional seed had worked, and I very much hoped that this bastard would give a challenge, so I could measure the scale it had worked on.

  　　"Why are you becoming so smug?" The Golden Fire Werewolf asked; I could see it becoming alert and seal behind its hand flaring, wanting to burn my strings to ashes.

  　　"I was just thinking about the essence rose I will get from you," I said. "You will be the first essence rose of High Grandmaster class I will harness; you should feel proud about," I said to its angry face, which morphed into an angry smile.

  　　"Good, I can't wait to hear your screams when our best torturer torture you; He is very good, has tortured quite a lot of High Grandmasters, even a few half-step Grand Lords," It said with an angry smile before coming at me with even more powerful attack than before.