The Girl Called Maya

The young lady had jet-black hair, it was long enough for it to effortlessly flow down to her waist. Her red irises shone like a prized ruby, and her defiant expression added a certain kind of allure to her face.

'Interesting...' Kuzon smiled as he watched her.

He observed as the villagers tried their best to restrain her— one of them covered her mouth, and the others held on tightly to her arms and legs.

They probably didn't want her to get into any more trouble, or doom the entire settlement.

'A place with so many people, yet she's known by them. Her notoriety must be quite high.' He mused.

"What is your name?"

Kuzon's eyes shifted straight towards hers after asking the question, and he signalled to everyone around her to cease their actions.

As a result, they all let go of her, releasing the young lady.

"My name is Kuzon Midas. What is your name?"

For another few seconds, she didn't say anything.

"Don't tell me you're too scared to tell me your na—"