A young man with dark hair that drew in the lights from the chandelier above walked in, his muscular figure which was buried under a thin, low collar linen shirt that seemed to be made from high quality material showing its elegant contours clearly through the fabric.
His ocean blue eyes exuded nothing but confidence as he walked in and stared down Damilla who was outraged by the sudden grand entry which interrupted her statement to Festos.
Confidence and arrogance could almost be scooped up with pails from his face as he was as eerie relaxed, his posture carrying a sense of unbound intensity.
Terian narrowed his eyes as he saw beyond just the unexpected entry of this young man, sensing a well-knotted scheme behind this.
This hypothesis arose from the fact that the young man who had walked in wasn't just any young man, but THE young man who more or less stood as the face of the Guilds Association at the moment.
Tulnas, the leader of the Harem Guild.
