บท 100: Truth!

At the very front was a tall young man wearing black clothes with delicate embroidery of gold and red threads that symbolized the sun, which was a signature of the royalty of Megaris. His face with well-carved sharp features looked cold; his red eyes equally held a cold gaze, not sparing a glance to anyone but the middle-aged royal sitting on the throne. 

Half of his elbow-length jet black hair was secured at the back of his head with a gold accessory. His one hand rested at the sword hung to the left side of his waist as he walked towards the throne to greet the King of Abetha. Though his steps appeared calm and steady, one could see the dark and intimidating aura he carried, making everyone wary of him.