Little Troublemaker, What Have You Been Up To, Huh?

Once he was near Brynhildr’s Tower, he sensed a presence that made him take a fighting stance while holding his broom.

“I’ve never seen a Catkin as strong as you in Southshire,” Seff said as he stepped out of a tree. He eyed Enzo’s figure with his arms crossed over his chest. “Where did you come from?”

Conall, who was also with his father, looked at Enzo with a frown. In his eyes, the Old Catkin was well… just an old Catkin with no redeeming features.

But since his father called the old Catkin strong, Conall started to pay more attention to him.

‘Maybe he’s one of those Masters who trains in solitude,’ Conall thought. ‘Now that I’m paying extra attention to him, I can’t really sense anything out of place. So why is father acting like this?’

Conall had complete trust in his father, so he was curious about how Seff noticed the Catkin's strength.

“You must be the current Beast King of Southshire,” Enzo eased his stance and lowered his broom. “You’re Seff, right?”