'High-Human!'
This man was a higher breed of human. From what Ilya knew, higher breeds enjoyed advantages in innate stats, levelling speeds, and energy quality.
'But more importantly...'
Ilya's gaze shifted to the ground before him, her eyes subtly tracing an invisible semi-circle around his position.
'There's something off about that area.'
The knight's eyes caught the small shift in her focus, and upon noticing where her gaze was directed, he let out a soft laugh.
"Well, you might not be the talkative type, but you're surely the sharp type.
Most demons would've charged straight at me by now—and ended up dead the moment they stepped into that radius."
"…that's trap magic…"
Hearing Ilya's murmur, the man's eyes lit up in surprise.
"Oh? You're quite knowledgeable too."
He sounded genuinely impressed, but it only took a second for his expression to shift into a disappointed one. The energy around him mellowed as he exhaled a long, almost tired sigh.
