The grey mist was out of place in this environment filled with bird songs and floral scents.
It gave Amberser a sense of illusion and evil, a very familiar feeling, just like Amberser himself.
However, what the mist had formed was a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
Chestnut long hair, tied into a long ponytail, wheat-colored skin, athletic and slender legs, and a pair of bright, large eyes... Memories that were once blurry became clear upon seeing this face.
"Alina?" Amberser said the name with confusion.
Alina gave Amberser a charming smile and asked, "It's been a long time, what should I call you? Which name are you using now?"
Amberser replied with a wry smile, "Haven't you always called me an unscrupulous bastard? Alina, what are you doing here, what have you become...?"
Upon hearing Amberser's question, Alina casually replied, "Do you really care? I remember you saying that you'd take any woman, regardless of race."