With the sound of the crystal cane knocking on the floorboards with each step, the black-haired boy walked down the hallway just in time to spot the tense dark-blue-haired man who was about to enter one of the rooms with a rather murderous aura surrounding him.
"Grandpa, she isn't an intruder, I allowed her to hide here."
"...?"
Zoemi followed by worried Miriette and preceded by the two corpse puppet sentinels called out to Benevirau, making the gray-eyed man stop in his track and slowly turn back towards him.
"...do you know who that person is...? Because the mana I'm sensing definitely belongs to at least one member of the Ghosts of Bellcephora..."
The dark-blue-haired man breathed out heavily and motioned back at the door with his head.
The situation certainly wasn't to his liking, and not without reason.
After all, he was a target for an attempted assassination from the group of traitors, so in truth, the lack of hostility would be more surprising.
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