"Are you Yasal?"
The night wind howled.
The marquis, wearing Holy Cross Plate Armor engraved with countless patterns, looked expressionlessly at the man who had appeared abruptly opposite him.
"Of course not."
The man smiled as he denied the marquis's inquiry. His appearance was handsome, his figure tall and slim, clad in a black wool cloak, standing on the battlements with his back to the night sky, looking like a black ghost.
After denying, he slightly turned his head to look at the shadow behind him: "Come out, you can't escape my eyes—the mutated Blood Magic is interesting, but as long as it's Blood Magic, it's ineffective against me."
Kurs, of course, wouldn't listen to him.
This guy could quietly appear here without making a sound, evading the notice of both him and Losa, clearly showing formidable strength.
"You serve Yasal?"
Losa bluntly said, he could sense no killing intent from the other party, but there are too many things Beast Intuition can't feel.
