From the privacy screens, low-heeled leather boots stepped out, followed by legs clad in black trousers whose hem was stuffed into the aforementioned boots, exuding firmness and determination in each step he took.
Crimson cape fluttered behind him, clasped only on one shoulder. His blonde hair was no more and in its place was sleek, luscious silver hair which draped to his waist like a waterfall of moonlight. A prop sword was strapped around his slender and powerful waist, yet on him, somehow it looked like a real sword instead…
Everyone seemed to hold their breath as the man finally stepped out from the privacy screens to address the crowd, their tongues tied and hearts thumping wildly in the face of absolute beauty and deathly danger mixed into one.
His piercing silver eyes swept over everyone indifferently yet for some inexplicable reason, everyone had the same impression that he was really going to pull out his sword in the next second…
