Ezekiel calmed his thunderously beating heart as he glanced behind him to gaze at the man who had unknowingly crept up from his back.
He wore a butler's suit, a monocle situated before his left brown colored eyes. One could tell from the grey hair attempting to place its mark on his black hair that, despite his high rank, he had aged quite a bit.
Yet anyone who assumed that his old age would lead to some weakness in his battle style would be painfully aware of their error in judgment. The butler sported such an intense and unique fighting intent that it sent chills up Ezekiel's spine.
With a wave of the man's hand, Ezekiel felt a strange force acting onto Anna who hung on his shoulder, as though an invincible force in the air grasped her and placed her at the butler's side.
