(Inside the tallest building in Falmouth)
"Boss, what are we going to do?"
"Yeah, that witch has joined the rebels."
The meeting room of the Falmouth ruling mercenaries buzzed with noise as a handsome man with black hair and grey eyes tried to come up with a plan, his expression twisting with every voice.
After a moment, he snapped:
"Can you idiots just shut up!?"
Everyone sealed their lips the moment he spoke.
The man sighed. 'Arthur Arcain, how come I've never heard of him?'
The seventh generation was said to have birthed monsters, but they were still a generation with no true leader.
Even then, Kelvin believed he knew all the prodigies from that generation—yet another one had just emerged from nowhere.
Still, he was a spoiled brat. There was no way a kid fresh out of whatever secluded training he'd undergone would stand against him.
'The kid should have just run.' Kelvin smirked. 'Is he confident because he has the dragon woman?'
