Another shadow approached.
Matthew only then noticed that the one who had appeared with Tyraste was actually one of the four leaders form the Ancient Lands, The Beholder Sword Saint!
"Is it you?"
Matthew suddenly realized:
"Wasn't it you two fighting in the north of the Magic Zone yesterday?"
"No wonder..."
Matthew had been surprised when he heard the report from Vampire Moson last night. Tyraste's strength was undeniable, and whoever could battle with him must also be a person of renown.
If it was The Beholder Sword Saint.
That would make sense.
The tone of The Beholder Sword Saint was as gentle and humble as ever:
"Ah, it's you, Matthew."
"Heh, we were just sparring, Mr. Tyraste's swordsmanship is much more profound than mine."
Tyraste glanced at The Beholder Sword Saint:
"Your swordsmanship is also very profound."
"If we were not on opposing sides, perhaps we could become friends."
The Beholder Sword Saint spoke leisurely:
