She's right behind me, isn't she?
Ferris stopped breathing once he recognized that peculiar voice of hers.
I shouldn't have picked Sir Alaric as a disguise. Ferris was already sweating, worried that Evening might recognize such a powerful knight.
He forced himself to recall Alaric's past, searching for anything that could save him.
No, no… Alaric married a commoner. The nobility cast him out, so he never attended their social gatherings. That makes him a relatively unknown figure.
The world was vast. There was no way Evening had met him, let alone seen his face.
Even if she had heard the name, all she could piece together would be fragments of rumor and grand titles during the peak of the prophecy.
The terrorizing knight.
The bane of devils.
The elegant beast.
...now that I remember his titles, how come I didn't get any cool ones?
"Hey, are you deaf? I know a bit of sign language if that helps," Evening asked, walking towards Alaric's side and staring at him.
