The soot-faced young man snorted suddenly.
It was not a quiet sound either. It was full of open disdain.
"Hmph. Another arrogant young lord who thinks he can have everything he wants… like the whole world owes him something."
Elion's eyebrow twitched.
By all rights, the guy had been whispering to himself.
Or at least he probably thought he had.
Unfortunately for him, they were standing barely a few steps apart, and Elion's senses were sharp enough to hear every word clearly.
Elion slowly opened one eye.
"…Aren't you being a bit rude?" he said calmly.
The young crafter looked up.
Elion continued in a relaxed tone.
"I simply asked a question."
He shrugged lightly.
"If you're going to make baseless assumptions about people you've never met, then you're the arrogant one here."
The soot-covered man glared at him.
Elion, however, simply closed his eyes again and waved a hand dismissively.
"Well."
He turned around.
"If you have no business here, I'll be on my way."
