Clay stood motionless.
For several long seconds, he genuinely wondered if he had misheard everything.
The expression on his face slowly became blank.
Not angry.
Not cold.
Just utterly confused.
…What?
The words replayed inside his head again and again.
The young master of the Valmont family was the culprit behind the beasts' raging evolutionary tide…
His lips twitched faintly.
No, hold on.
That doesn't even make sense.
He slowly turned his head toward the two merchants speaking near the alley. The moment they noticed his gaze landing on them, both men nearly froze in terror.
One hurriedly grabbed the other's arm.
"L Let's go."
The two immediately left without daring to stay another second.
Clay stared at their disappearing backs silently.
Then—
Very slowly—
He pointed at himself.
"…Me?"
Maid Cy quietly watched him from behind.
Meanwhile, inside Clay's mind, confusion was rapidly turning into disbelief.
How did this become my fault?
I literally solved problems.
