The man wore bronze battle armor, his physique burly and robust, carrying a nine-foot-long broadsword on his back, his appearance exceedingly majestic, his face sharply contoured as if carved by knife and axe.
He looked exactly like a great general who had long fought on the battlefield, his entire body radiating imposing majesty that commanded respect without needing anger.
Seeing an incredibly domineering War tattooed on the man's iron-block-like biceps... Alex instantly knew this person's identity. Wearing a smile, he stepped forward and nodded slightly.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Prince."
This person was exactly Aurelia's closest younger cousin from the same clan. The Prince Who Guards the South, Albert.
"Hmm?" Albert glanced at Alex and asked faintly.
"Who are you?"
"I am the Hale family's Saint Lord, Alex."
Upon hearing the name, Albert's eyes finally opened completely. Re-examining him from head to toe.
"Oh? So Your Excellency is the famous Saint Lord Alex."
