Yet it was this very name that provoked someone standing in the shadows.
A leisurely voice, like a cold wind, suddenly wafted from the shadows nearby.
In the haze, Ilana heard a creaking sound, which wasn't the clatter of undead bones, but the grinding of teeth in jealousy.
"...She has already said she can't go back, why don't you listen to the opinion of your 'good friend'?"
Everyone's heart froze, and they simultaneously turned to the direction of the voice, only to see their eyes widen in unison as they realized who it was.
Standing there was a mage dressed in a deep blue mage robe.
He had a slender figure, neatly combed silver hair, and a meticulously trimmed goatee, with a monocle perched on his nose, appearing cultured and well-spoken.
No one expected to see him here, much less him choosing to step out from behind the black curtain at this moment and lay his cards on the table.
