Clay smirked as he turned his gaze toward the young man who had just spoken his name with such urgency.
"Maxwell?"
His lips curled slightly, not in mockery, but in something far more dangerous. It was the look of someone who had just confirmed a suspicion he had been holding back for a long time.
So this is the main character…
The thought echoed inside his mind as his eyes lingered on Maxwell for a brief moment longer than necessary.
In the story memory that did not belong to this life, other main characters were often loud, reckless, driven by emotion and pride, stumbling into fortune again and again. But this one… was different from others.
Maxwell was not the type to rush forward.
Not the type to shout nonsense.
He the type to glare with blind hatred on anyone.
Instead, he was a calm person.
Like now, he just stood there, composed, measured, his gaze firm yet cautious, as though he was weighing every word before speaking.
Not an idiot… that makes things troublesome.
