Standing near the blacksmith's stall were John and Yohan, surrounded by a few others who had been with them during their previous encounters.
He'd taken his revenge since then, killing them enough times to make them think twice before crossing him again.
This time, however, something was different.
Arthur's gaze locked onto John and Yohan, and for the first time, he didn't see hatred in their eyes. There was no malice, no smug arrogance. Instead, their expressions were... unreadable.
The moment they noticed him, John straightened, nudging Yohan. The two of them exchanged a glance before walking toward Arthur, the others hanging back hesitantly.
Arthur stopped in his tracks, his sharp eyes narrowing as they approached.
Yohan was the first to speak, his voice cautious. "Fateless..."
Arthur didn't respond immediately. He simply stood there, his expression neutral, his piercing gaze locked on Yohan's face.
