On the main road, Benedict II raised his hand to stop his subordinates from following him. He sped up to catch up with Yilin, riding alongside. He asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Don't you think Gray is different today?"
"A little, did you notice something?"
"That's not Gray," Benedict II's eyes widened, and his expression froze for a moment.
"Yes, that's not Gray. I'm more familiar with Gray than anyone." Yilin turned to glance at Benedict II.
Lowering his voice, Benedict II asked, "Then... where is the real Gray?"
"I don't know either."
"Should we do something?" Benedict II's eyes flickered, and he instantly became tense.
"Do nothing."
"Hmm?"
"These Undead Army soldiers are real. Only the White Bone Holy Light Court can summon so many undead creatures in this world. I think someone is impersonating Gray, and the liches must be aware. But their purpose, I am unsure. I have already asked him... this fake Gray to give me an answer. Let's wait and see."
