Looking at the portrait held up before him, Shien frowned deeply and said nothing.
The man opposite him merely looked at Shien coldly.
"You've seen this person, haven't you?"
The other party asked again.
"Who are you?"
Ignoring the man's question, Shien asked one of his own.
To his surprise, the other party ignored Shien's question even more thoroughly.
"You've seen this person, haven't you?"
The man's voice became even colder than before.
Shien's brow furrowed further, and his mood began to sour.
The man's attitude clearly showed that he did not regard Shien—or perhaps anyone at all—as worthy of his attention. He did whatever he pleased and acted as though no one else mattered.
Yet it was not because he was arrogant, nor because he was conceited. He simply loathed everything here, which was why he carried himself like that.
In other words, he did not look down on Shien because he thought himself exceptional. He simply did not want the things he despised to stain his eyes.
And that was undoubtedly infuriating.
"What would you think if I said I hadn't seen her?"
Shien crossed his arms, stared at the other man, and said this.
"You have." Without changing expression, the man replied calmly, "Her mana remains on you. Either you came into close contact with her, or you fought her. And it happened recently."
That must have been why he had deliberately stopped and spoken to Shien.
His opening line, "Was it you?" had probably meant, "Were you the person she came into contact with here?"
Shien had not intended to hide it anyway.
"That's right, I fought her." Shien nodded in admission, then smiled. "So what?"
The man had only one response.
"Where?"
He got straight to the point.
"How would I know?"
Shien was even