The towering man straightened and lowered his gaze toward Silvanus. From this angle, he looked even larger and more intimidating.
His legs were encased in black armor, as was his left arm. Only his right arm was bare, gripping a massive black sword with a sharp, triangular blade and a thick, weighty base.
He had bright golden hair and blue eyes, with sharp, flawless features.
He looked at Silvanus and curled his lips—not truly a smile—and said casually, "An intruder. Don't worry, master, I'll handle him."
He lifted his sword, clearly preparing to drive the sharp tip straight through Silvanus.
But Silvanus's eyes were fixed on the small figure behind the man.
A child with a small, adorable face—but an expression far too solemn and mature for his tiny body. Emotionless. Lonely. Long black hair, half tied up and half falling freely. He was barely one meter twenty tall, and the oversized black cloak made him look even smaller.
