"So, something really did happen?"
A deep voice, tinged with a hint of resignation, sounded in the workshop.
Then, a ripple spread from the void. Space seemed to be pushed aside by an unseen force, folding and stacking upon itself.
Following that, a figure slowly emerged. He wore a long, one-piece robe, its hood pulled low, revealing only a chiseled jawline. In the dim candlelight, his tall figure seemed mysterious.
The hooded man raised his head, revealing a handsome face with thick, dark eyebrows and silver-gray eyes. It was none other than Clelia's direct superior, one of the twelve Elders of the Eternal Life Association: Menor Vannis Stringer.
He looked at Clelia's current state and chuckled. "Such a troublesome subordinate... Let's see, what was it that killed you this time... Hmm, the Power of Faith from Dawn, and a Great Knight?"
"I really don't know whether to call you unlucky or fortunate. You always manage to run into figures one doesn't normally see."
