"W-who…?"
"H-how…?"
"T-this is…!"
A mixture of confusion and relief could be seen on the faces of every guard as they looked at the two unconscious teenagers on the floor.
Their disheveled hair and unkempt attires didn't remove an iota from their identity.
These were the Otherworlders!
The Head Guard, who was just in as much shock and awe as his subordinates knew he had to pull himself together.
Their actions were not befitting of the guards of the esteemed Royal Estate!
"I-If I may ask, Sir…" The Head Guard shifted his gaze from the two saviors of the world, and placed it on the dark-cloaked man who brought them.
He was dressed like the night itself—with a pitch-black hooded cloak, an obsidian mask that had a skull-like design, and his inner attires also echoing nothing but darkness.
He seemed like a shady man, but what kind of shady individual would do something like this?
"… Please, who are you?"
