Inside a carriage…
Looking at the around six to seven-year-old child sitting in front of him with his feet dangling, Zen had no choice but to throw all his imagined scenarios to the back of his mind.
"..."
He could not help but feel underwhelmed as he saw what the young master looked like, 'He's just a kid…'
"Hi!"
Zen tried being as friendly as possible, yet his voice sounded muffled because of the iron helmet.
The young boy in front of him also tilted his head, his eyes expressing curiosity.
Taking off his helmet, he could not help but breathe heavily, "Ah, finally! I wanted to look cool, but the design of his helmet is not… ideal."
"Hi, I'm Deadman!" Zen smiled as he spoke to the boy.
However, for some reason, the boy only tilted his head the other way, his expression not changing in the slightest.
