At this point, the two youths knew they had messed with the wrong person.
From the moment they saw Michael show no fear, a sinking feeling settled in their stomachs. Something was wrong.
To be honest, perhaps it was because he came from a world where though status mattered, it wasn't to the extent of absolute submission.
Putting aside his appearance and expensive clothing, Michael carried himself in a way that only those in power did in this world did.
A self of freedom emitted from him.
It wasn't that there weren't heroic commoners, but those commoners dressed like commoners.
It wasn't that the two youths had expected this to be an easy job—they knew noble children could be difficult.
What they hadn't expected was for this one to not only dismiss them entirely but also be terrifyingly skilled in combat.
A wave of negative emotions crashed over them—fear, regret, confusion.