Raon moved in a calm and composed manner across the entire expanse of the garden, laden with traps, some hidden, some obvious.
His steps were deliberate and calculated, yet they would appear leisurely to an observer, who, in this case, was Paige and her Old Man.
"Oh? He's avodin' most of 'em like he can see 'em. Pretty astute, if ya ask me."
Paige didn't even respond or look at him as if she could see a smile on his face just from how he spoke.
She was currently looking at the scene outside, and it felt underwhelming, given that she had ordered to prepare a grand welcome.
She knocked her head away in another direction, where the form of a female dressed in clothes to minimize her presence stood trembling.
"Didn't I ask you to prepare?" Paige's voice fell dangerously on the female's ears as she felt a slight chill throughout her body.
"I-I d-did," she stammered in her reply as she gulped nervously.
