"I am the Fated One?"
The statement amused Hex greatly. His ear-to-ear grin confounded the old steward.
'The one person who isn't even born through the will of Heavens has the greatest fate in this world? Laughable.'
But his smile disappeared quickly as an unpleasant thought struck him. He looked coldly at the old steward.
"Am I the only one being pursued, or are others also on your list?"
The old steward shivered under his gaze. The feeling of panic and anger welled up inside him. As an experienced Refined Knight, he didn't like feeling afraid of a young man at a lower stage but his body reacted on its own.
"N-No," he replied truthfully. "There are others on the list. But all of them are protected by their teams. The people after them are some of their mates, waiting for a chance to strike. You were the only one we were certain to catch during this round."