"His magic!" The elf couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in her heart. "It's like how Fyyian cares about 'his music'." Yilinrui had imagined countless scenarios of how things would unfold when Lynch saw through her. But she had never expected to face the current situation.
"Hello, Lynch." Yilinrui's voice was extraordinarily gentle, and she said, "I'm really sorry for sneaking onto 'your' flying castle."
"No, of course, I'm very glad to have you here." Lynch was somewhat at a loss, then noticed how "Cerinsan" addressed him. The mage quickly said, "It seems you've already learned my true name. In the Heather Holy Land, I had to use a false name... I didn't mean to deceive you—how should I put it?—Other than my name, I never lied to you about anything."
