The first spy

Listening to the words of the masked youth in front of him, Clarens face turned pale as paper, clearly the people that came here had some kind of plan for him, the worst part was that he couldn't discern which expert was suppressing him, because the only one in the room was a knight.

When Daimon wore the hollow suit, he adjusted the bracelet of the god of mischief to hide any traces of mana and let out his cultivation as a knight to be visible, like that no matter how much others might try to relate his two identities it was "impossible" since no one could be both a mage and a knight.

"W-wait, I'm a marquis I can offer you resources, information, even my prowess as an Archmage, how about I sign a soul contract to work for you… I just ask to keep my freedom".

Daimon pointed at him with his left hand on which the amphora ring was glowing and then grinned.