"I don’t know how the rumors spread, but..."

Enkrid noticed something distinctly unpleasant in his opponent's gaze.

The man didn’t seem to be here just to test his own strength. No, what filled his eyes was greed—plain and simple.

“‘The soldier who ended the war’—don’t you think that’s a bit arrogant?” the mercenary Ibarin asked as he raised his morningstar. His posture and tone were threatening, his stance clearly signaling readiness for combat.

It was as if his body was saying, "I could crack your skull with this."

Even so, Enkrid remained standing calmly and answered simply, “Perhaps.”

“So, you’re …