Rayhan was speechless. The black-clothed man who had led him into Apollo Citadel then appeared.

"Just in time. Please take your subordinates away. I can't enjoy my meal with them crowding around me," Rayhan said to the man.

But the man also kept quiet and approached Rayhan, observing him. In Rayhan's eyes, this person looked like a calm ancient well, impossible to fathom.

"It’s surprising that you can still eat in this situation," the man finally said in a hoarse voice reminiscent of an old and squeaky bellows.

Rayhan smiled, putting down the chicken drumstick in his hand. "What? Am I supposed to be distressed and unable to eat for you to be satisfied?"

"Not at all. Seeing you like this, I'm actually quite envious. I am quite different from you. There are simply too many things that demand my attention every day. For example, battling against Silverboa." The man shook his head.

At the mention of Silverboa, the man’s voice went up sharply, and Rayhan could feel a piercing edge in