"Do you want to recover?"
"What?"
Timira's pupils contracted as she stared blankly at the man who was perfect to the point of being inhuman.
"Blood Silver, release her."
"Moo!"
The Blood Chains disappeared. Feeling the magic whale power surging through her body again, Timira's eyes were wary, as if saying:
"What trick are you playing?"
With a thought from Carlos, an afternoon tea set appeared in the clearing.
"Sit down and talk."
Where did these things come from?
Saint Marr Island had never seen spatial abilities before. This was Timira's first time witnessing it, so naturally she found it mind-blowing.
She stared at Carlos's face for a long while but still couldn't detect the slightest malice.
...
Taking a seat, Timira couldn't help but ask:
"Who exactly are you? I can't sense even a trace of monster aura."
Fallen Ones were essentially monsters completely corrupted by magic whale power—no different from monsters.
