"Jeff Norman. The strongest man in Berrystone. At least, that's what most people believe." This mid-aged dude walked up to Jeff.
Shooting an expressionless glance at Daylor, this dude continued to walk forward. Understanding something, Daylor left this dome.
"At the moment, I must admit, I agree to this claim as well."
Jeff took a better look at the mid-aged dude.
This guy was an older version of Daylor Anas. Just as classy. Just as proud. Wearing a crisp formal suit. Having a thin sword tied to his waist.
But unlike Daylor's frivolous behaviour, this guy looked calm and steady.
(Frivolous (of a person): carefree, not serious, lighthearted)
Standing tall and strong, this guy emitted a strong aura of confidence. It's as if he's been in high stature for a number of years.
This guy was only an S-rank. Yet, facing Jeff, a sage-tier, this guy still looked relaxed.
Jeff liked this guy as much as he liked Daylor Anas. (Not at all)
Especially this dude's gaze.