In a grand reception room within Elaina's mansion, Ray Lewinston sat comfortably on one of the two plush couches facing each other. Across from him, a blond-haired man, bearing the unmistakable air of nobility, scrutinized him with suspicion.
Ray's intuition confirmed his suspicions,this was a person of influence. Elaina, seated beside the blond man, further solidified this understanding.
"Is this the man you spoke of?" the blond man inquired, his gaze fixed on Ray.
"Yes, that's him," confirmed Elaina.
"You claim he's your hero? He doesn't look like one to me," the man retorted, his tone laced with skepticism.
Ray, however, simply smiled and replied, "You're right, it's quite evident that I'm not hero. My ordinary attire might lead others to believe I'm just an average person. But I don't mind. That was my intention all along. After all, I never truly saved your family. Princess Elaina was just one of the lucky survivors of that night."
