Despite his terrifying reputation, Demerond gave off the vibe of a laid-back uncle when met in person.
The way he sipped wine reminded Yeomyeong of a foreman at a bar after work—but that didn’t help him relax.
Most of the elves Yeomyeong had met were lunatics, and the one in front of him stood at the very peak of that madness.
“You don’t need to be so tense. If I meant to kill you, you'd be dead already.”
Demerond spoke in a soft voice, as if to ease the tension. Yeomyeong quietly pulled mana into himself as he responded.
“…Did you come here to find me?”
“Partly yes, partly no.”
