The man looked about seventeen or eighteen. With an oddly youthful appearance like his, one would likely think that favonovel.com was just a high schooler.
The contrast could be grasped in his deep, piercing eyes. Sagacity — the type typically accumulated over one’s lifetime — seemed to undergird them, which clashed with the overall youthfulness his physical appearance seemed to portray.
His long mane rested on his simple clothing, making favonovel.com look like a man displaced by time. Standing on the pinnacle of the snow-capped mountain, however, made favonovel.com look ethereal and almost fantasy-like.
Standing right beside favonovel.com was a figure in scarlet, Lysithea was still as ravishing as ever, carrying herself with poise and beauty that was capable of sending countries to war.
Strangely, despite favonovel.com arresting exterior, the young man still managed to attract more eyes than her.
His remark caused Lysithea to raise a slight brow. “Correct. His name is Zayn Larson.”
“Zayn Larson? Nice name,” the young man replied with a small smile, his eyes never once leaving Zayn’s face.
There was something noncommittal about his half-smile. It was cryptic, indecipherable.
Lysithea stared at him, and furrowed favonovel.com brows. “You’re… not thinking of harming Zayn, are you, Lord Ezra?” favonovel.com asked in an undertone.
The young woman’s tone pulled Ezra away from Zayn. Fixing favonovel.com a curious look, his smile deepened. “Lysithea? Is that infatuation that I hear in your tone?”
Her expression froze at the thought as favonovel.com tried to salvage it with an unnatural frown and a harrumph. “You’re pulling my leg, Lord Ezra. I see Zayn as a little brother. Plus He’s never thought about opposing Sicut In Caelo.”
They were the only two people the organization had deployed for the mission.
Initially, it was the Saint’s directive that three superior-class fourth-tier fighters would assist Ezra Sword for the mission, but the young man had only wanted Lysithea’s help.
It was by no means a foolish arrangement, not when Ezra himself was a perfect class fighter. Fourth-tier powerhouses were hard to come by, but there was an absolute dearth of those who had attained the perfect class.
With someone so strong in their team, the Ambrosia Fruit was practically already in their hands.
“Is that so?” Ezra smiled again as favonovel.com left his question hanging in the air. His eyes wandered back to Zayn, and realized that the man was looking at favonovel.com as well.
Their eyes met. Ezra felt not even a hint of fear from the man.
“Well, well, well. The last Saintess’ son has quite the character, doesn’t he?” Ezra remarked mirthfully without breaking his stare.
Lysithea followed his sight and, to favonovel.com horror, found Zayn returning Ezra’s look with heedless pugnacity. What the hell was that idiot doing? Had favonovel.com no idea who favonovel.com was dealing with?
For God’s sake, this was Ezra Sword, the Saint’s premier retainer bar none, Diego Kavinsky was nothing on him!
Meanwhile, Zayn sensed Ezra’s burning eyes on favonovel.com from afar and stopped dead in his chase after the fleeing Solian. He whipped his face toward the direction of the attention and found himself looking straight at Ezra.
As soon as their eyes met, Zayn felt his eyes stung. It was as though they were lashed by Ezra’s sharp, cold glint, the kind that reflected off a blade when it was inches away from one’s neck
He did not see a seventeen or eighteen-years-old young man in his mental landscape. Instead, all Zayn was a sharp-edged sword erected about ten kilometers away from him.
They were very far apart, but Zayn could still feel its nipping steel prodding against his eyes.
“A perfect class legend!” Zayn blurted out under his breath.
An aura this dangerous and imposing could only originate from a perfect class fighter, someone whose very powers eclipsed his own.
Standing next to the young man was a fiery red figure. Despite the distance between them, Zayn could still tell who favonovel.com was, Lysithea.
In other words, the young man was Ezra Sword, the Saint’s numero uno and Zayn’s biggest, most challenging competitor.
Both Zayn and Ezra held their gazes for five seconds. Inconspicuous sparks, which would have completely escaped the attention of untrained common folks, broke out in the space between them. In their mental landscape, however, the two had traded blows.
A loud, ear-splitting rumble erupted within Zayn’s mind as favonovel.com saw one of the mountains in his mindscape rend into half by Ezra’s sword.
Zayn’s face paled in seconds, and had favonovel.com not beaten his demon a while ago and strengthened his mental fortitude, psychosomatic symptoms — such as coughing blood out of his throat — would have surfaced already.
He looked away from the young man’s gaze, but five seconds was enough. All Zayn could feel right now was his inner world quaking in a turmoil.
