"Sigh, these newly awakened people. Just because they gained some powers, they think they are the kings of the world," the dark-haired man said as he took off his sunglasses.
He got off his chair and wore a jacket before walking downstairs to have a talk with the two Variants.
His long dark hair was tied into a ponytail that came down to his waist. His deep black eyes were slightly intimidating as they seemed to be filled with dominance and arrogance.
"Father, you want me to talk with the people that threaten to kill everyone here?" Joan's daughter asked, hearing the rumor.
"Don't worry, I told you about the silver-haired guy, right? The threat must be given by him. The dark hair one is more cordial. I want you to go for him instead," Joan said. "Just wait for them to come upstairs and then go talk to him."
