Different from the first time they met each other, Ein no longer had any need to hide his strength. Rather, there's no need for him to hold back at all. The opponents are bandits, after all, nothing but an unstable factor in maintaining peace within the continent.
"It seems like you got some resentment for me. Too bad, though, you picked the wrong opponent at the wrong time." Ein waved his hand, his expression still as indifferent as ever.
Disposing of the bandits wasn't as different to him as sweeping the piled-up dried leaves in his backyard. His gaze contained not a single drop of pity for them.
Garret knew that his opponent was powerful at a glance. After all, his lackeys couldn't even raise a finger against him before they died. Still, some of them survived and were circling behind Ein as if to initiate a surprise attack.
