"I believe that you are expecting me."
Standing at the bottom of the mountain which no one climbed without permission unless they wanted to die, a man wearing a vest over a white shirt with grey pants said these words with his hands behind his back.
His expression was filled with the confidence of an expert whom no one could threaten, and he was looking straight ahead, as if he was expecting someone to appear at that spot.
This was someone whom only two people had ever seen. One of those was dead, while the other was spending his days in the Kingdom of Lanthanor, hoping to regain the trust that he had lost.
Hence, no one knew who he was from his face.
Seeing that there was no response even after 10 seconds, a frown came on this man's face before he lazily flicked a finger, shooting a needle of compressed fire at a specific spot on the entrance of the path which led up the mountain.
