Linley and Olivier
Linley looked at the man standing on the tree crown.
His short silver hair made him look very energetic and intrepid. That wavy blue robe fluttered in the wind, making him seem agile and graceful.
“An expert!” Linley had the feeling that this silver-haired man’s power was no less than his own.
“I am Linley.” Linley didn’t try to hide his identity.
“Linley? The O’Brien Empire’s Linley?” Miller said with surprise, but then he laughed. “I’ve long heard that the O’Brien Empire has a twenty seven year old genius, who has reached a high level of achievement as a sculptor, as a magus, and as a warrior. I didn’t expect that today, I’d be able to encounter you. You were on par with Haydson. I, Miller, would like to spar with you, brother.”
Linley had a very good impression of Miller as well.
Miller was open and direct, just the type of person Linley liked.