Amael was calm, and his face bore a polite smile. He was in the same state as before when he faced any other opponent.
Despite seeing the Imperial Prince challenge him, he didn't mind, hoping to escape his radar and let the protagonist catch his attention.
While Avon was busy contemplating how best to defeat Amael, he was cautious, not wanting to end up losing and having to meet the First Prince.
Yet, it seemed fate had its own plans as a gentle male voice suddenly cut through the tension, "Uhm, excuse me, passing through..."
Both turned to look at the newcomer, who had flowing white hair, orange eyes, and a well-built body.
Yet his confident smile as he looked at the two of them was surprising, at least for Avon.
Avon's face darkened as he asked, "You... who are you?"
"Oh, me? I am Caeron, a priest devoted to the Goddess..."
