"We just received word, Ignite Lasnot. He's in the city."
A red haired man lowered and set his tea on the table. He stared at his subordinate with narrowed eyes.
"You're sure it's him?"
"Yes. Ignite Lasnot."
"Since when?"
"Thirty minutes ago."
Lasnot furrowed his brows.
"Why am I just hearing about this now?"
His will slammed into the subordinate, forcing him to one knee.
"I-it's… it's—"
"Speak clearly."
The temperature rose, and the subordinate was drenched in sweat the next moment. He gulped and forced his heart to steady. Any slip up here would result in death.
"I-I apologize, Ignite. We took time because we were seeking to confirm if it was truly him. His battle with the four warriors delayed that an—"
"The four warriors?"
"Y-yes, Ignite Lasnot. I—"
"How did it end?"
The subordinate swallowed. "He defeated them flawlessly."
A deep frown appeared on Lasnot's lips.
'I've underestimated him.'
