Inside the room, a figure stood with his back to Wayne, slowly turning around as the door closed.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered with a narrow waist, draped in a green robe, with thick golden short hair. His facial contours were elegant, his eyes deep and bright, exuding determination and confidence.
A very decent face, unlike the Pope's full benevolence and amiability, the man did not radiate any unique charisma. His presence was like a spring, keeping noise at bay and restoring tranquility and beauty.
The Naturalist Knight, Mula.
"Mr. Mula, I am Wayne Lando," Wayne said, standing obediently.
Although the man before him did not exude an extraordinarily powerful aura, being a God-chosen Knight and of an indeterminate age, it was enough to illustrate the mystery and strength of the other party.
