Jegal felt like he'd seen this man before. 

'I know that smile!'

It was a smile that never failed to irritate him. 

However, he had bigger fish to fry; finding out this man's identity was the least of his worries. He didn't have the time to mull over what had happened to his disguise. Fleeing the area took precedence. 

"Excuse me... Mm!" His deep, orc-like voice returned to its original tone, so he shut his mouth and attempted to leave the banquet hall. 

"You look really unwell," the bearskin man said.

His voice truly was irritatingly familiar. 

'Where have I heard his voice before? No, I'll think about it later. I have to get out of here as quickly as possible!'

Then, the bearskin man forcefully grabbed Jegal's shoulders.

"Why are you doing this!?" Jegal fiercely writhed in the man's grasp, but the man was so strong that he wasn't able to break free.

"I asked you a question, Mr. Jegal."

Then, Jegal felt goosebumps over his body.

'It's a trap!'

Jegal put his hand inside his chest. He had prepared a smoke bomb in case of an emergency.

However, the man stretched...