Anthony remained motionless as the Overseer's words fell into silence, his expression unreadable.
He simply waited, allowing Charles to proceed with his routine.
The space around Charles distorted, rippling like a fractured mirror before two figures emerged.
One was a man, the other a woman.
The man belonged to the goblin race, yet he lacked their typical grotesque features.
His appearance was refined due to his continuous breakthrough in mana ranks, his posture composed, and a sword hung at his waist, hinting at his prowess.
The woman, of a different race, carried herself with quiet elegance.
She was clad in a traditional maid's attire, long white stockings reaching her thighs, a black dress that stopped just above her knees, and a matching black apron layered over it.
Her presence exuded both discipline and mystery.
"Charles-sama, it seems it is your turn to battle once again"
