If I didn't know Shiayar and had only heard about his deeds, the image I would conjure up would be of a middle-aged man with white gloves, fingers interlocked on his chest, inscrutable and deep, someone with unfathomable schemes.
But in reality——
The Shiayar that Isadella knows, is rather the complete opposite of that image.
In the eyes of those traditional throne holders and fabled creatures, a throne holder lounging on a sofa drinking soda is definitely the shame of the strong.
And when interacting with Shiayar, Isadella never felt the consciousness of dealing with a throne holder.
As if from beginning to end, no matter how many trials and tribulations were experienced——
Shiayar, remains unchanged from when Isadella first heard of him, the St. Roland Academy third-year student, who had yet to reach 3-Ring but shone brightly in the Ashes Cult invasion event, full of youthful vigor.
This also made the mindset of those around him considerably younger.
Pffft——
