Wildness and Masks

(ps: Skipping this chapter won't affect your reading too much.)

"Gorler, I've never seen you take off your mask. Is it inconvenient?" Kakafil asked curiously as he mounted his steed.

It was the first time he had been curious about a man's true face.

At the same time, he felt something strange.

A knight of this caliber shouldn't be unknown—yesterday, he had witnessed just how powerful this mysterious knight was.

When they encountered those marauding bandits.

Before anyone else could even get off the carriage, this guy single-handedly wielded his sword and wiped out those blue-eyed marauders in just a few breaths.

"I'm very ugly," the mysterious knight replied briefly.

"Hahaha, I was wondering what the reason was. Who cares about looks—having money is what matters. I'll get you some proper gear later," Kakafil felt like he had struck gold.

This guy named Gorler was more formidable than all the bodyguards he had hired before.

He figured this knight he stumbled upon was at least a formal Professional.

Even if not a seasoned (mid-level) Professional, he was probably close.

Gorler (the mysterious knight): "No need, I don't care about such things."

Recent experiences had cost him almost everything.

Including the little compassion he had left.