As Anvis nodded, Claire slowly retreated. Moments later, she reappeared, accompanied by a petite girl dressed in a white and gold noble dress.
Following behind the blonde Half-Elf girl, Fiona once again caught sight of that young man in the black cloak.
However, tonight he did not wear his usual hood, revealing his handsome face and deep black eyes that seemed to conceal endless secrets.
The young man leaned against the Mithril throne illuminated by the moonlight, which emitted a faint silver glow, sharply contrasting with his black cloak.
After bringing the girl over, Claire left on her own, while Anvis slowly rose from the throne, his movements graceful and composed.
His gaze lingered on Fiona for a moment, causing the girl's heart to instinctively race a bit, though she still strived to maintain composure, not wanting to show any flaws in front of the "Mirror Man."
"So, coming to see me so late, what is it for?"
After a moment, Anvis smiled.
