Ronan stood at the entrance where the Clean Rune Formation was set up for a while, removing the mixed odors and dust from his body, walked to the French window, opened a small gap in the window, and then sat down at the desk.
The breeze lifted the long strands of hair scattered over his shoulders, and Ronan casually took several strands of snow-white hair, thought for a moment, and transformed a silver-patterned metal strip from the Neiman metal on his body, tying his long hair up simply.
Every time he entered the giant demonization state, his hair would grow wildly, and it was really troublesome to take care of, so he simply stopped cutting it.
Speaking of hair, Ronan remembered the snippets that Borbi had taken from him when he had asked for his blood for research, a simple trade agreed upon between him and Borbi that Kosti himself had brought up.
