Adam glanced at the fox-faced man, his expression growing increasingly impatient.
"I'm not interested in discussing anything. So, leave."
His tone was flat, leaving little room for negotiation.
The newcomer, however, didn't immediately move.
Before he could respond, Lento, whose neck was still pressed against the edge of Adam's scythe, suddenly spoke.
"That voice..."
His eyes widened slightly.
Then his expression twisted with anger.
"YOU OLD MAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
The fox-faced man blinked before letting out a soft chuckle.
"Oh? It seems the young master still remembers my voice."
"Don't act so familiar with me!"
The man smiled pleasantly.
"Well, I've actually been around you for quite some time, young master."
Lento's expression stiffened.
"...What?"
"I've been keeping an eye on you from a distance."
Lento's face darkened.
He hadn't sensed anyone following him.
Not once.
