Hearing the masked man's respectful declaration, Maxwell raised his brows, and his blue gaze, although less intense, was still fixed on the leader who'd introduced himself as Gelru.
Maxwell tilted his head.
'The Emperor?'
The young man's brows furrowed, and his expression seemed as though he was contemplating something.
'Is this because I cleared the red valley?' He mused. 'Most probably is, because I'm almost completely certain that Kelmont and I never crossed paths in my past life.'
But still…
Maxwell blinked, the intensity completely dissolving from his gaze now.
Gelru breathed out a sigh of relief.
"First," Maxwell uttered, "you will raise your heads. Do not bow to me. I am not your leader."
Gelru blinked, sweat forming at the edges of his forehead.
When had he even bowed? He didn't notice it, it just seemed… natural, like he was in front of a presence deserving of such a gesture… a presence heavier than even the Emperor, the man whom he respected the most.
