Until he opened the door and came in, stroking his beard, right before he addressed me.
While I hesitated, unable to guess the opponent’s identity, the old priest moved with quiet steps.
A complete silence where not even the sound of his robes brushing could be heard.
In addition, his empty laughter was impressive. Could he be a martial artist who had undergone long training?
As my gaze began to gradually take on a wary light, the old priest let out a faint smile.
“There’s no need to be so on guard. For one thing, I’m in charge of your treatment.”
“Who on earth are you…….”
“Don’t you recognize me?”
What came back to my question was a counter-question.
For me, it was nothing but bewildering. No matter how I looked at him, he seemed like a complete stranger, yet he was asking if I didn’t know him.
Is he that famous a figure?
However, even if he was a renowned person on the continent, cases where detailed descriptions of their appearance circulated were rare. At least, unless they were leaders of various countries, there weren’t many people whose faces the…