The man who had attacked him was Sybil's other brother… and despite the fact that his two sisters were already married, he remained a dedicated bachelor who somehow took it upon himself to assess the quality of any potential man entering their family.
It was practically a hobby for him.
A calling, even.
And judging from the way he swooshed back his dark green hair and dusted off his shoulder like he had just finished slaying a demon, he took that calling very seriously.
Azel respected him for this, after all, he would be doing the same thing for his daughters but being on the receiving end of this was quite tiring.
"I must admit, I'm surprised," Sylus said as he straightened up.
He was taller than Azel and his shoulders were broad, his posture relaxed in that arrogant way only gifted fighters always had.
He had a sharp, masculine chin and a stub of a beard framed his features. "Were you perhaps expecting me to attack?"
