The clacking of shoes sounded, and an individual finally appeared from the shadows.
He had a wide smile on his face, and the cool demeanor he exuded was befitting of someone of his caliber.
Even the aura that oozed out of him made Damien realize that he was special.
"You know, it makes sense that you're one of them…" His voice was calm.
Even though his golden eyes stared coldly at Damien's pathetic form, the person's smile didn't fade.
The young man's golden hair swayed, a portion of his face was covered by it.
His outfit resembled that of a traveler, but they were all extremely well-made Magic Items—befitting of royalty.
"… I never liked you very much back then too."
'Y-you—!!!' Damien's eyes seemed to bulge as he looked upon the face of a boy he recognized.
The most exceptional student he had ever seen during his Instructing days at Ainzlark… Kuzon Midas!
"Well, now that you've performed your role well, there's no further reason to keep you alive."
