"Keep talking. I want to know about that Saintess…"
In the eyes of the Extraordinaries gathered below the high tower, the number branded on Wei'en's forehead in the ancient Gonzalez language felt like a mountain crashing down on them.
On the chest of his illusory, dark silhouette was a mark, a red flame that flickered and swayed with the distortion of his form.
'A flame?'
The expressions on many faces changed. They had recognized the meaning behind the mark on Wei'en's robe.
"Ghost Soul…"
"A Great Mage from the Ghost Soul School?!"
"Tsk. How irritating. It's those shameless thieves from the Ghost Soul School!"
'Hm?'
'Ghost Soul… thieves?'
Wei'en's gaze swept across the crowd, landing on a dark silhouette that was vaguely discernible as having a half-mechanical body. Realization dawned on him.
'A Wizard from the Mechanical School?'
'No wonder he's so hostile toward the Ghost Soul School…'
