章節 68: Servant

Aren wandered the streets of the city for hours. He was tired of the relentless stares of the people around him. Finding a quiet corner where he could be alone, he paused for a moment. Deciding he didn't want to attract more attention with his bare body, he fashioned a simple yet elegant suit using his own silk.

"Ah, everyone is so weak. Is there no servant who could satisfy me?"

As he continued walking, he felt a faint yet intriguing aura. This aura was weaker than even the weakest of beings, but for some reason, it still drew Aren's attention.

"This aura… it's close to my kind,"

Following the trail of the aura, Aren passed through street after street until he found himself in front of a grand mansion surrounded by guards. The guards were letting in masked individuals one by one.

"This aura is coming from here,"

Aren observed the people entering. Everyone wore masks. He quickly crafted a simple mask from his silk and approached the gate.