"You are definitely not Ian!"
The twin blades were sheathed behind him, yet Kagar's intensity didn't diminish.
The white-haired wolf-eared boy squinted his eyes, circling Sio with extreme caution: "Your aura is off, it lacks the scent of the Fae... even if you can conceal it, under my attack, you should have revealed something."
"And as a swordsman, your coordination is completely abnormal. This body is not adept at blade combat and it is only through precise control that you could avoid my strikes—this is definitely not the movements of a swordsman at the Great Knight level who has studied swordsmanship."
He finally felt certain, nodding slightly: "That's it, although you look exactly the same, you are not Ian."
—Why is he so perceptive?
At this moment, listening to Kagar's analysis, Sio was filled with bewilderment.
