Hearing Maxwell's reply to his congratulations, Blank froze. He remained very, very calm. Unnaturally so. His sudden stillness was so intense that Maxwell, in reaction, wondered if the masked man had suddenly transformed into a living statue.
And worst of all, their hands were still intertwined in a handshake. And Blank's grip on Maxwell's palm was gradually becoming loose.
Still, Maxwell held onto Blank's masked gaze with his blue. And although the Legendary Mercenary King's grip was loose, his fiery red gaze burned with an intense emotion that Maxwell couldn't quite put a finger on.
It made the young water mage frown, brows knitting.
The sudden looming silence was only punctuated by the buzzing of a hovering grandmaster spirit, who circled Blank's head, blowing raspberries.
Finally, dissolving the awkward silence was a soft breath that broke out of Blank's lips. And, gathering himself, he asked:
"Who are you?"
