"Hm? Who… who is this guy?"
Asked Leesha with doubtful expressions. Of course, she was looking at the man who had appeared inside the summoning circle out of nowhere. That too, completely naked. As such, Leesha had so many questions to ask but she didn't know who to ask them to.
"Did… did he just say something? That didn't sound like a demonic tongue. What did he say?"
Asked another witch from the Helenbora coven who had paid close attention to the man and all that he had just said. She could feel that the language he spoke wasn't something that belonged to any of the languages available in Labh Salem.
The witches and their subordinates were shocked to find out that they had summoned a random man instead of summoning an archdemon. The man clearly had a natal flesh of his own that didn't feel like it had been possessed. But then how could he appear inside a demonic circle that was specially meant to summon a royal demon?
"You there!"
Clauria stopped her ritual and stepped forward. She looked at the man with an inspecting gaze before speaking in a grim tone.
"Who are you? And who gave you the right to interrupt our ritual? Are.. are you one of Ishgaar's Templars?"
The head witch asked while raising her hand in front of her. It was as if she was ready to use means available at her disposal to get rid of the man if he dared to threaten her or her coven members in any way.
Clauria felt exceptionally calm around this mysterious naked man, which put her more on edge. It was as if the man had a way to conceal his presence, fooling her threat perception sense.
The head witch could sense that there was something completely different and radical about the man.
Clauria didn't feel like the man was trying to fool her senses. The man appeared in a calm sea to her with depths hidden in him that could drown her.
She felt as if she was standing next to an ocean that could send towering tidal waves at her in the next moment if he wanted to.
Clauria wanted to scan the man from head to toe using her Spiritual Sense. However, he was standing inside a summoning circle, surrounded by a very potent form of demonic energy. As such, she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with the man.
The man appeared to be in his early 20s. He had emerald green eyes and a charming smile. He was handsome but not overly so. He had a sculpted physique that was not too bulky nor too muscular.
He looked human. And Clauria could tell that he was born not too long ago as his Life Force was very potent and unadulterated even without him having to cultivate it. By her estimation, this man was at least 10 years younger than her.
And yet, she could tell that he had an A-Rank Mana Core. Even by Labh Salem's standards, that was a remarkable progress in one's Ranking Journey.
Before coming to Kizamgaar's Ruins, Clauria had collected information about various threats that might oppose her and her coven. She could tell that this kind of talent standing in front of her was an anomaly. Otherwise, she would have heard about it.
"Ho… hold on," the man raised his hand in a stop sign and spoke in a broken Labhi, the language most used in Labh Salem. "Let… uh… let me wear some clothes first," he said before summoning a set of clothes out of thin air.
"There's something different about him. He did not use Menaka's Blessing to summon those clothes," uttered Hilbeli in a serious voice as she closely observed what the man with the emerald green eyes was doing.
"I… I think he is dangerous. We should all be on our guard. And he speaks in a broken Labhi. Maybe he is from a distant continent? A spy from one of Onianum's enemies maybe?
Wait. scratch that. How come he can't speak Labhi if he is a spy sent by Onianum's enemies? That'd be the lousiest thing a spy can do if he wants to infiltrate Onianum. And who even comes to Kizamgaar's Ruins to spy?
Sister Claudia, this man is bad news. We should get rid of him."
Another witch, Harleen, voiced her guess while raising her staff in front of her in defense.
Unlike Leesha, Hilbeli and others who thought that the ritual was a failure, Harleen felt completely opposite. She felt as if they had achieved too much success for their own good. Even though the man appeared to have a natal body, she could instinctively feel that this man was more demonic than the vilest of demons.
"Um… You all… forgive me…. for my broken Labhi," the man spoke after wearing a set of clothes that also made him look slightly different from the regulars found in Labh Salem.
"The thing was… um… no… the thing is… those three bitches… wait… no… sound wrong… those three witches who… teach me Labhi… they… they out of touch. Understand? Like travelers... from far... who forget where they come from after them live in a foreign kingdom. Get it?
I can't learn good if I don't get teach good," the man took a fraction of second to think about what he said before correcting himself. "Oh wait… that can not be right. Let me correct that.
I can't learn good if I don't get taught good," the said casually as he tried to step forward.
"Stop," Clauria, the head witch of the Helenbora coven warned the strange man against stepping forward. "Don't you dare to fucking move from your position unless we tell you to. Do you have a problem understanding the warning I gave you just now?" she asked as she looked at the man with wary eyes.
"No," the man shook his head. "Um… Labhi not good when speak, I. BUT… I understand fine. I think. Hear fine," the man said and smiled at Clauria.
He scratched under his right ear before tugging at his earlobe, an action that could be taken as his way of telling Clauria to shoot her questions at her.
