The young man continued walking toward them without the slightest hesitation. As the distance between them gradually shortened, Ulrich finally managed to see him clearly.
He looked no older than Matthew, perhaps only in his early twenties. His black hair was slightly messy from the snow, while a pair of green eyes quietly observed the three of them without lowering their guard.
What caught Ulrich's attention the most, however, was not his appearance but the clothes he wore.
A thick black cloak covered a dark coat tailored with remarkable precision, while leather gloves hid both of his hands. It was winter attire, yet unlike anything people in Leuca would normally wear. Even the stitching and buttons looked more refined, belonging to a completely different era.
The young man finally stopped several meters away from them. His eyes swept across Ulrich, Andrew, and Matthew one by one before his brows slowly furrowed.
