"I see. I get what you are saying, but what reason do I have to believe you? I mean, you are the first person who is ever telling me about it."

"No one else has mentioned it to me before so, why should I believe what you are saying?" Allen asked, questioning the man.

"The reason no one else has told you about this is because they are simply too weak to notice it. They must probably be thinking that you are only suppressing your aura just like everyone else."

"But they are wrong. I would admit that there is only a thin difference between someone who can suppress their aura really well and someone who does not have any aura to begin with."

"Still it is enough to be noticed, all it takes is someone at the same level as me. Since I am much more than these peasants I can tell you that you do not possess any mana," the man explained calmly.

His demeanor seemed to have changed. Unlike before he wasn't trying to kill them on sight or looking down at them like bugs.

The way he looked at Allen was different. It was as if he was looking at something fascinating, something that was truly out of this world, like a new great invention.

The more he looked at it the more he realized how truly special it was. The longer he looked the harder the urge to make it his own became.

After all, it wasn't every day you ran into things like these.

"Say, I have an offer for you," he said, then without waiting for Allen to respond he continued on. "You are the first person I have seen to exist without any aura, and you are probably the only one in the entire world if my knowledge isn't wrong."

"Therefore for that reason I wish to make you mine. I would take you to my castle and there we can figure out the reasons behind why you do not possess any aura."

"You would also be able to live a far better lifestyle than whatever is being provided to you by these bums. How about it? Will you come to the skies with me?" the man asked, extending his right arm toward Allen in the form of an invitation.

Allen looked at the man with a neutral expression on his face, one that he had maintained throughout the conversation. It was one of those random military facts he had learned on the internet.

That if you were ever engaged in a conversation with an enemy, or if you were being held as a prisoner of war and your enemy was trying to get information out of you.

In those cases, it was the best choice to keep a poker face and not let the other person know your true intentions.

However, it was only his expression that was neutral. Within his mind, a million thoughts were exploding at once, with him trying to figure out the best course of action.

Wow this is… a little unexpected I would say. I mean, I'm not saying I'm not grateful for the huge chunk of new information he gave me but… uh, I don't think I'm really interested in going with him.

Yeah it IS a possible course of action I know. I suspect he lives in that flying island so if I do decide to go with him I can directly infiltrate it. But I have literally no idea about what that place is, or well, what HE is for that matter.

I'm just running on assumptions upon assumptions at this point. If he decided to kill me, which I think he most likely will try looking at his behavior so far, I do not think I would be able to do much.

After all even right now he's just standing there like that as if I didn't put bullets in him a few moments ago. If I had bigger toys with me I'd probably think about going, but yeah currently it's a total no.

Allen then let out a sigh, calming his mind to slow down his thoughts a little.

Okay, I do not need to focus on everything right now. I have gained new information, and I will try to ask Luna about it, but that's for later. Let's first finish what I'm here to do.

He then looked at the man straight in his eyes, all while never easing his grip on the MP5.

"I get where you are coming from, I honestly do. But I don't think I'm really interested in going up there with you, you know," Allen said.

"I see. That is truly unfortunate," the man replied. Suddenly the air around him shifted and his feet rose about one inch above the ground.

"Yes it is," Allen said, then without wasting a single second he aimed the MP5 at the man and rammed the trigger.

The gun roared to life, spitting out bullets with a loud crackling sound that filled the area.

The man was already moving, his body a silver blur dashing to the right to dodge the bullets. But just as he started to move his magic sense suddenly screamed at him.

A new threat from a different direction. He tried to change course but he was already too late.

A golden sword flew past his head, missing his face by barely an inch and slicing off a few strands of his blond hair.

"Nice haircut," Allen commented. He didn't miss the opening.

He focused the fire of the MP5 right at him, sending a storm of metal hell his way.

This time he didn't get the time to dodge and the bullets hit directly.

They slammed into the man's chest and shoulder, punching through his silver armor. Blood dripped from the new holes in his body. Even so, the man just stumbled.

He didn't fall but rather stood his ground and turned to face Allen, his eyes now burning with a hostile coldness.

He raised his right hand.

A small ball of red-hot energy appeared in his palm and a thin laser-like beam of red light shot out, aimed right at Allen.

But before the beam could hit, a flash of gold appeared. The sword, Lament, had flown back on its own.

It hovered in the air right in front of Allen, acting like a shield. The red beam slammed into the flat of the golden blade and exploded, the energy splashing off to the side and melting a long scar into the glassy ground.

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