After confirming that Alicia, who was responsible for contacting him, had safely departed the harbor with the information and returned to the Old Continent, David, donning the Elven alias 'Saphiros,' boldly made his way toward the military department in Dewensen.
Standing at a towering height of two meters and thirty centimeters, even among the generally handsome High Elves, David certainly stood out.
Additionally, with his notorious military exploits in the Gloomy Region having risen sharply over the last two years, wherever he passed, the Elves were careful to give him a wide berth:
"Ah, it's Lord Saphiros."
"Hurry and lower your head, don't look at him."
"...Why?"
"You'll get beaten up."
"Why?"
"Last time, Viscount Drot's animal companion, a hunting dog, just snarled and barked at him on the roadside, and he ended up slicing it with his sword."
"...Ah? Isn't he afraid of Viscount Drot making trouble for him?"
