It didn't take long for the person who managed the citadel himself to arrive.
And Ren finally noted the person who had built the last line of defense inside a city all by himself.
There was not a single retaliation against him by the players, the people who didn't even hail from this world, and although he made such a discriminatory system, the showers of praise he received from the awakeners and denizens of Ashenhold weren't something Ren could describe in mere words.
He was surrounded by four guards, all covered in armor from top to bottom.
Lucien muttered something to the guard beside him, and the protector pointed his finger at Ren.
Nodding, he shifted his attention to Ren, and their eyes locked with each other.
Ren didn't show any reaction, nor did he ask for mercy right from the start because he knew there was no proof that could be used in his favor. The only thing he was curious about was the strength of the person standing right in front of him.
