The hood was pulled back, revealing a face that made Simon's pupils shake as if an earthquake had struck.
This was someone Simon already knew, not just in passing but as someone he saw more than once a day.
"Kazhan Edvalte...!" The faded gray hair and the long scar across the right eye, along with the sharp, piercing gaze, confirmed it was indeed Kazhan.
Simon struggled to regain his composure, but it was difficult in the face of such shock.
He managed to maintain his cool and asked, "Answer me. Are you a priest?" Kazhan wore a languid expression.
"Let me ask you in return. Do I look like a priest to you?" Simon bit his lip.
"This is not the time for jokes."
"The only answer I can give is 'no.' Ultimately, it's all up to your judgment. Do as you wish, whether to kill or spare me."
Simon cooled his head and recalled the battle he had just fought with Kazhan.
He also thought back to the fight with the priest when he was with Kamibarez.
The two had completely different fighting styles.
Kazhan was a thorough martial artist, while the priest he had encountered relied heavily on dark magic.
Of course, it was possible that they fought differently to deceive Simon.