The Paragon remained silent for a few moments, blinking strangely. Then, realization dawned, and he spoke with his arms slightly raised.
"Oh, no, no, no. We haven't come here to fight you. In fact, we're here for the exact opposite."
Northern let out a subtle smile.
"I think you're misunderstanding me. I didn't mean that in any disrespectful manner. If you'd looked long enough, you would have found more like me."
The Paragon paused, his expression frozen. He blinked again, then chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
"Either you're being too humble, or you're a man who enjoys being unreadable. Which is it?"
Northern shrugged, offering no response. Instead, he shifted his gaze toward his three subordinates, prompting the man to continue.
"But I digress. We're here for a reason, after all. We heard of your heroic deeds on your way here—how you helped and saved the civilians on your own."
