Whoosh!
The sharp sound of cutting through the air was undoubtedly decisive.
Lawrence maintained his smile as he raised his hand, blocking the path of the dagger.
He was not empty-handed but wore a glove, a black one with a simple design.
The swift dagger came to a sudden stop.
It just halted right in front of the glove.
In Dibala's narrowed eyes, a fierce glint flashed, and then he swiftly retreated.
The butler, who had been brandishing a kitchen knife, charged forward once again.
Clap clap clap!
Watching his butler momentarily hold off Dibala, Lawrence, still smiling, clapped his hands. Amid the applause, he spoke, "You truly are deserving of the title 'Hunter,' Your Excellency. I thought you would fall for it."
"Thank you for your visit, but I must temporarily take my leave now."
"We are far from ready for a formal introduction."
"The time... has not yet come."
As Lawrence said this, he walked straight towards the balcony, along the edge of the hall.
