The conversation that took place at the Bessar Rays' combat arena was naturally unknown to Reiger.
Not fully understanding his own situation, Reiger only knew he had been dragged into an abnormal state of affairs—an anomaly that clearly didn't occur by chance but was orchestrated by someone.
The evidence was the appearance of several robed figures, all clad in black, their faces completely obscured, unrecognizable and devoid of emotion.
"So, it was you guys pulling the strings, huh?"
As the saying goes, enemies are often glaringly obvious, and Reiger had no fondness for these eerie figures without hearts, only enmity.
Therefore, Reiger almost instantly dismissed the idea of teleporting away, turned around, and faced these bizarre opponents.
The enigmatic figures also watched Reiger, the air around them trembling ever so slightly.
"... Target confirmed."
"... The object is Reiger Brillhaut himself."
"... No mistake."
"... Begin executing the plan."
