"All right, state your name."
Looking at the figure that was meekly sitting on the floor, his head drooping down, Cesar had his thoughts raised at the matter.
After all, without his Eyes of Deceit, Cesar would've probably been dead by now. His Cedeit-meter didn't seem to work as he also noticed it a bit too late when the figure was talking to him.
It could only imply that the individual was a professional.
That's why Cesar knew he had broken the spirit of this person just by merely breaking through the illusionary circle that the assassin was proud off just earlier.
The figure with a slim figure and a round face can't afford to look straight into Cesar's eyes.