"Shar, are you done yet?"
Nux kicked open the Hall's door and walked in as he yawned. In his hand was the hair of the man these people called the strongest child of Light.
Yes, he had been dragging the Light Born on the floor by his hair, without giving a single care about the pure and noble image these guys valued so much.
As for the ones who saw him…
"W-W-Wha…"
Vexarion, with his eyes so wide that it felt like they might fall out any moment now, pointed at him with his trembling fingers.
His gaze went from Nux to the unconscious Auren, and no matter how many times he looked at it—he… he just couldn't believe what he was seeing.
A few seconds…
Not even a complete minute had passed since Auren left the Hall with his chest high, posture straight, as if he owned the place, as if… there was no stronger being around him.
Which was true—Auren was easily one of the strongest beings in the entire Universe. Then… how…
How did he… end up in this situation?
