C428 The Disillusion Squadron!

It was a young man in his twenties. He was over 170 centimeters tall and had a delicate and pretty face. He looked a little cute.

His clear eyes were filled with doubt as he looked at Cisso. "What do you mean?"

No one would have thought that the owner of the small tavern, which was filled with filthy people, would be such a delicate and gentle young man.

"Hey, hey, hey..