The man had skin painted in red, elevated lines that looked almost like refined and carefully excavated scars lining his body-across his shoulders, his arms, his torso, even his face. Rather than the often unappealing lines formed by scars, these were low-profile elevations that looked more like tattoos... And they all radiated with gold.
Other than his mustache, the man had not a single note of hair on his body at all. His eyes were abyssal depths of black, and when he saw Sylas' appearance, his first reaction was that of rage.
He had just been about to begin, and he was pretty sure that this Sylas was the very same young man the receptionist had contacted him about just moments earlier.
But soon after, he noticed Leia's small frame behind Sylas, and his rage could only become a frown. He was well aware of how things worked in this world, and he had a guess as to what had happened.
However, he wasn't a receptionist. In fact, the standout features of his crimson skin and golden etchings were signs of one of the seven Clans of the Guild.
The Rizen Clan.
The Guild was well aware that though not every youthful participant was a member of the seven Clans, enough of them were that they couldn't be careless with who they chose to oversee things.
If it was a nameless individual, these children would walk all over them. He didn't have to care about Sylas' face in the slightest.
"Leave," he said.
"No."
Sylas' reply wasn't something the man expected at all. Even Leia found herself blinking.
She had seen enough of the interaction downstairs to know that Sylas hadn't planned on doing anything then. Was he planning on relying on her now?
She sneered. Maybe she should just not do anything at all, then. Did she look like someone easy to take advantage of?
It took the Rizen a small while to recover. The children had all basically had the same reaction when they saw Sylas, but suddenly they were intrigued.
Of course, this was intrigue about whether Sylas would die by splattering his blood everywhere—or if there would be any blood left over at all.
The Rizen didn't even look at Leia, though. He didn't feel a need to. Did he need the approval of a child?
Maybe if he realized exactly which Analei Leia was, instead of just assuming she was any other Analei, he would react differently. But it was already too late for all of that.
Sylas ignored the changed expression of the Rizen, looking up as though he was staring into space.
"Do you see now why I rejected your offer? This is a complete waste of my time. I would rather just go and kill my target."
"But then how would you get home?" an amused voice replied.
"I'm sure your granddaughter could provide me an option."

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