emeanor.①
Only one man stared with hollow eyes, gazing towards the direction from which the failed assailant had fled. In a trembling voice, he muttered, "It''s the ghost of Andre Quenet! He has returned to seek revenge upon us!"
The one uttering these words was a man named Vardon, a nobody in the Thermidor. His character, much like his name and appearance, was unremarkable, devoid of any attractive qualities.
This man, throughout his childhood and youth, consistently ranked in the middle of his class. He possessed an average height and build, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. His speech lacked wit, yet not considered too dull as well, thereby neither attracting the affections of young ladies nor repelling them. In short, he belonged to that class of characters easily forgotten when discussed years later.
If Vardon had any exceptional talent, it was his remarkable skill at playing hide-and-seek. At the age of five, while playing the game with his pals, he concealed himself so perfectly that he remained undiscovered even as night fell. His family grew too anxious and nearly alerted the police.
This talent of his was also carried over into adulthood. Initially, within the National Convention, he cautiously positioned himself among the lowest row of seats, always a discreet member of the Plain. When it came to voting on the fate of the king, through careful observation and calculation, he successfully hid within the majority''s