'Let me see what it does,' Darien thought, raising the ring, ready to slip it on and test it out.
But before he could activate
He halted his actions and slowly turned his head toward the silhouettes drawing closer.
Narrowing his eyes, Darien immediately recognized those magus uniforms.
The loud thud of the Deathjackal's fall had clearly attracted a party from his own academy. They had come to investigate what had caused such a noise and whether it was something worth fighting.
But the sight that greeted them was nothing short of stunning.
Amid the desolate decay lay the corpse of a high-tier Rank 1 monster and one lone Warrior standing over it, calmly inspecting the drops.
"Isn't that the silver-haired bastard?" one asked once Darien's snow-white hair became recognizable.
"It certainly is," another answered under his breath.
