The moment Vaan declared his name to be Vanderlin Pendragon, it wasn't just the border guard who gave him a careful look. In fact, everyone who heard him looked over – some with astonishment, some curiosity, some with disdain, and some with concerns.
There were also a few who appeared like they were about to witness an interesting show.
"Vanderlin Pendragon, was it? Is that your real name?" the border guard solemnly sought Vaan's confirmation.
"It is." Vaan calmly nodded before asking casually, "Is there a problem?"
The border guard stared at Vaan for some time but couldn't find any visible signs of dishonesty in his expression. Thus, he believed him. But because of that, he also didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or not.
"Is there a problem, huh?" the border guard's stern expression relaxed as he rubbed his forehead with a wry smile.
