Sylas met Ulrich's gaze from across the grounds, and the two exchanged polite smiles, a picture of brotherly camaraderie. Sylas even bowed his head slightly in respect.
As soon as Sylas looked away, Ulrich's smile turned into a bitter smirk. "He's a tough one."
"He doesn't seem like much to me," Oscar said, unimpressed.
"That just means he's good at hiding his true nature. He knows how to present himself. In that way, he's much like me," Ulrich said.
Ulrich had heard endless tales of Sylas's brilliance, his genius across many fields, and his exceptional talent in swordsmanship. But in Ulrich's mind, Sylas's real gift wasn't any of those things.
'In just a few months, he's completely won over Father, the knights, and even the servants. Mother and Dani couldn't even get close to him,' Ulrich thought.
