The hilts of two different swords sprouted from behind his head, a small dagger hung at his waist, the shield on his left arm was dark and lustrous, making it difficult to discern the material, and his right index finger bore a slightly reflective silvery iron ring.
A professional adventurer armed to the teeth.
That was his first reaction.
Without even needing to witness the opponent in action, merely the incredibly fine equipment and that solid, steady demeanor were enough to showcase his strength.
Perhaps... he might even be a professional!
Suddenly, the pair of longswords strapped on the opponent's back seemed to remind him of a name often mentioned in the tavern recently. Contemplating, he couldn't help but glance twice.
And for this reason, his gaze was noticed by the opponent.
The narrow, piercing eyes turned slightly, sweeping over him.
This adventurer, who had just stolen two gold coins from a familiar friend, felt a chill brush across the back of his neck.
