The extreme speed of Blaze's progression attracted the attention of three Barons and four Lords within Ainhars Territory. The accompanying Hidden Guards and trusted aides were on high alert as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Relax.
It's not aimed at us,"
the Marquess of Ainhars said with a smile.
Viscount Windsor frowned slightly.
"Count Bernaken?"
The Viscount was somewhat uncertain.
It was not just that Count Bernaken at this time was exceedingly powerful, to an excessive degree, but also that his speed was so fast it was unbelievable.
"That's the guy.
Don't question it.
It's just part of the legacy of a Demon Hunter—belonging to the part about Magic Potions.
Very useful.
But also very deadly,"
the Marquis replied.
For the Marquis, this scene was something he had anticipated long ago.
What other choice did that guy have except to sacrifice himself?
'Hmph, pathetic creature!
The fated death of a Demon Hunter.
I would not meet such an end.'
