I've noted this grudge.

"Boom..."

In the dim depths of an alley, a sound of someone falling suddenly appeared, heralding the end of a battle.

Attacker after attacker, all cloaked in black, lay on the ground without exception; some had lost consciousness, while others wailed in pain, their bodies drenched in blood.

Amid these attackers, whether on the ground or the walls, were carved numerous sword scars.

Reiger stood beside these fallen attackers, his silver sword dripping with blood, his expression stern, resembling a merciless executioner.

This scene, caught by the man in black leaning against the wall and hiding in the shadows, caused his gaze to shift several times.

Yet, from beginning to end, this man had not intervened in the battle.

"Such good skills, such good nature," the man in black blurted out in praise, but his tone filled with sarcasm was particularly harsh, saying, "Someone like you doesn't really seem like they come from the loving Loki Clan, but rather seems like one of us."