The glare Emery directed towards Frayne carried certain air to it, heavy and suffocating. The weight of his power brought a definite pressure, sending Frayne's head down to the tip of his feet.
He still remembered the swiftness of the other party's sword that could match the two Hans' famous legendary swordsmen. Also, he clearly recalled how this man could use magic that bend space to his will. It was no wonder that they lost so many inside the strange smoke.
Without him realizing it, Freyne's body was sweating like buckets as his entire being filled with trepidation. Why did he have to meet this man here
The man called Merlin asked, "You are wizard Freyne, aren't you? What do you want?"
"I, uh, haha… well…" Frayne almost immediately jumped at the mention of his name by the other party, just like a mouse that got its tail stepped on by a massive cat. "I just came to check if what you said to Torstein is true…"
