Underground Tavern, Novo.
Unlike usual, the entire tavern was empty today for some unknown reason.
Only the bartender was sitting with his usual calm look while sipping wine silently.
*Creak*
The door opened and a young man walked in.
His dark black hair and dark black pupils stood out a lot; bolts danced around his entire body as if he were covered in thunder.
The moment he entered the tavern, his presence caused the air to become heavy.
Although Irvin himself was an S-ranker, he felt suppressed just looking into that young man's eyes.
"Yo! Gramps! I am here again! It's been a while since I last saw you… this place weirdly empty today…"
The young man's words seemed carefree and cheerful, but his tone was devoid of any emotions, as if he were a robot who was acting like an actual human.
Those emotionless eyes, devoid of mercy, caused a chill to run down Irvin's spine, and he felt breathless for a moment before he calmed himself down.
