Solomon narrowed his eyes and rested his palm on the pristine steel hilt extending over his shoulder. "What is your deal? Are you a fan or something?."
The fake Marco threw his hands up in a gesture of innocence. "What are you talking about? I am an enrolled student heading back to our dorms at the Azure Dragon Sect."
Solomon let out a dry scoff. "You do not look like a student."
The fake Marco pointed a finger at the bronze owl fluttering beside his shoulder. "Here is my proof."
Solomon tightened his grip on his sword strap. "If you are actually a student, open your integrated stream shop right now. Buy a cheap item and drop it in my hand."
The fake Marco dropped his hands to his sides. "Why should I waste my points to prove anything to you?"
A frown creased Solomon's forehead. He gripped the hilt of Eden's Penance and hauled the greatsword off his back. The divine steel sparked with blue lightning as he aimed the tip at the man's chest. "I am giving you an ultimatum."
