"....."
I stood in silence for a moment, feeling the gazes of many people turn in our general direction.
"What? There's someone...?"
"What's going on?"
The confusion was clear. But it wasn't as clear as mine as I stared at the old man, who turned his attention away from me and entered the small house before him.
'How did he manage to see through my illusion? This doesn't make sense at all.'
It wasn't like I thought that my illusion was omnipotent. There had been times when others had detected it, but staring at his parting back, I could tell that he was much weaker than I was.
'...An artifact, maybe?'
This felt like the most plausible conclusion.
At the end of the day, he was one of the most 'famous' blacksmiths that existed. This would only make sense.
It also made my heart race.
'It looks like I may not have gone on this trip in vain.'
Keeping the illusion on, I followed the old man into the house. Linus and Leon both followed as well.
