"...It's been a long time indeed."
A noble young man with dazzling golden curls stood at the street corner, casually sighing: "But this sky-high stench has truly never changed."
His pupils, bright like flowing lava, made one feel a burning pain in their eyes just by making eye contact... and even with eyes closed, one could still feel a slight warmth on their eyelids.
The young man wore a pure white trench coat adorned with red patterns, its high collar covering his entire throat. The bright red tie and dark red shirt made his chest appear like slowly solidifying lava.
His back was straight, his gaze confident, his stance casual yet dignified.
Even people a street away could notice him at a glance.
Under the noonday sun, Arthur Burnfang seemed to glow. His tanned skin showed no trace of sweat.
But the passersby around him dared not strike up a conversation with Arthur.
His distinctive pupils immediately revealed his identity.
It was the mark of the Roaring Fang family!
