Minho.

Ozul quickly took a step back and the Ball of Purity, in an instant surrounded him in gaseous form. Though it was hard to notice since they were already in a dark alley; the Ball of Purity quietly blended in.

From the dark, his eyes vigilantly stared at the composed man who had his hands stained with blood.

Only a single blue piece of cloth was wrapped around that man's waist. The rest of his outfit was completely black, allowing him to blend in easily in dark environments. There were visible splashes of blood on his face as well.

Behind the blood-splattered man, the headless corpses of that Elder and the young man were sprawled on the ground.

"Hmm. I must commend your courage, odd one... How have you already-...? Ah... No wonder my liege is so interested in you." While inspecting Ozul with a calculated glance, the man spoke nonchalantly as if he was talking to himself.