No.
If Antra was an Immortal, then maybe... he was thousands of years old, and hadn't advanced yet.
That could explain him knowing about a Mythical Grade weapon like Garthel.
Huh?
Another possibility took root in my mind, as I once again looked at Antra with utmost vigilance, though the man in question didn't answer my gaze.
If Arthur could hide his rank, then...
"A sword should be taken out only to kill, dear."
"..."
Arthur didn't budge an inch at Antra's words, though his eyes had narrowed, as I could feel Arthur's grip over the sword tightening.
Though Antra still had the same amused smile over his face, not showing the slightest hint of aggression towards Arthur's behaviour.
"Talking all about etiquettes, yet you couldn't discipline your... dog, was it?"
Pushing aside Arthur's blade, Antra stepped towards me.
At first Arthur looked at me, and seeing my nod, let Antra pass through.
