The Name That Shook the Eastern Wasteland
He studied Harry's face carefully.
"We are in Ashford City. With your father, Harrier Taylor, backing you… could he truly kill you here?"
The question lingered in the air like incense smoke.
Even Rias tilted her head slightly, crimson hair cascading over her shoulder, curiosity flickering in her large red eyes.
Selena's gaze shifted as well—quiet, sharp, observant.
The atmosphere had changed.
The earlier hostility had dissolved into something subtler.
Interest.
Harry exhaled slowly.
He didn't boast.
He didn't dramatize.
He simply said quietly,
"Senior Walton… is the person I'm talking about very powerful?"
His voice carried something new.
Not fear alone.
Reverence.
Cavir Walton's brow lifted slightly.
"Powerful?"
Harry let out a dry laugh.
"It's more than amazing. It's insane."
He rubbed the back of his neck, recalling the scene.
"You know the two five-star King Realm experts from the Lavahound household, right?"
