His gray eyes flashed with sharpness, his brows slightly furrowed, as he asked, his voice deeper than before, "Are you sure... it's the Tavendish family?"
The boss was intimidated by the slight aura he unconsciously emitted, and nodded instinctively, his tone more affirmative, "I heard those Knight Masters saying so, it should be the right name."
He seemed eager to end this topic quickly, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the town, "If you're really interested in this, tomorrow morning, you can see it at the square at the town's entrance. The Church's Priest will be there to administer the fire..."
Before the word "execution" could exit his mouth, the boss's voice abruptly stopped.
Because before his eyes, the distinctive outsider sitting at the bar, in the instant his words were still hanging, vanished completely like smoke blown away by the wind!
The stool he sat on didn't even wobble, and the glass of water remained quietly in place, the surface unperturbed.
