Ezekiel's gaze remained steady and unreadable.
It was the kind of gaze that revealed nothing, yet seemed to see through everything.
Across from him, Viola trembled.
"From your stats alone, I don't doubt that you're the one who saved me," he said calmly. His voice was neither accusing nor grateful. It was simply factual. "But what were you doing in that dungeon? And among the known S-rank hunters in this country, there are only six recorded. Did you perhaps hide it?"
"About that…"
The words stuck in her throat.
Viola felt as if the air around her had thickened. Her palms were damp. Her heart beat so loudly she was afraid he might hear it.
"If you're wondering how I knew," Ezekiel continued, as if giving her time to compose herself, "I have a special appraisal skill that allows me to see people's stats. It doesn't show other abilities except for monsters. That's why I don't doubt that you're the one who saved me."
An appraisal skill?
Her mind froze for a second.
