Chapter 6: Your Legs Are Weak (1)
Anis squinted, trying to see the person at the door. It was a young man with silver hair and golden eyes smiling. He was so handsome that he would stand out even in a crowded street. His playful smile and cheerful demeanor seemed that he was happy to see Anis.
The man, who had entered the training room without permission, waved casually, causing Anis’ handsome face to frown.
Who is he, and why is he acting like he knows me? I’ve never seen him in my life.
Anis racked his brain, wondering if he had forgotten or something, but he was certain it was their first time meeting.
First of all, his attire isn’t noble-like. And the way he walks is utterly lacking in dignity. He looks like an outsider, yet the soldiers just let him in?
Seeing that the soldiers were standing at the door and looking this way, it was clear that the man wasn’t an intruder. But since Anis couldn’t consider him an ally, he stopped the man.
“Stop. Who are you?”
However, the man didn’t stop walking, as if he didn’t hear Anis.
Maybe I was too quiet.
Anis thought perhaps he had lost his voice due to the strenuous training, so this time he shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Stop! Who are you?”