Just stepping into the reception room, a sense of oppression hit me face-to-face, the imposing figure standing not far away was like a wall.
Casually dressed in a tailored suit, muscles firm like blocks of iron.
The most eye-catching feature was the two thick arms extending from below the ribcage, wrapping around the front of the abdomen, the exposed skin pitch black like oil.
Sporting a crew cut, shiny and sleek, with black sunglasses to boot.
"Lord Reina." Hornedil closed the door, nodding slightly.
"Prince Hornedil." Reina seemed quite casual as he took off his sunglasses and placed them on the table.
Hornedil gestured for Reina to sit down.
"Forget it, too bulky for sitting comfortably." Reina shook his head.
Hornedil then said, "I heard you encountered the assassin who killed my father near the Land of Stars and fought with him?"
"Indeed." Reina scoffed, "Dark Night from the Land of Chaos."
