"It seems we're going to have to deal with this person much earlier than planned, Prince Julius," Moriarty said.
He held his sword loosely at his side, the tip angled slightly downward, like he wasn't even concerned about what was about to happen. At a glance, it looked careless. But the air around him told a completely different story. His aura pulsed and vibrated, pressing against everything nearby like an invisible weight. It wrapped around him in a way that made it obvious he wasn't taking this lightly at all.
Trying to find an opening on him felt pointless. My eyes moved over him, searching, and analyzing, but there was nothing. It wasn't just that he had good defense. It felt like he was actively shutting down any possible gap before it could even exist.
"This is… that person?" the Prince muttered, his voice low, almost dragging.
