The man slowly removed his hood, revealing the face of someone who appeared to be around thirty years old.
He had pale skin, crimson-red hair that was a lighter shade than Tharlyssa's, and a pair of blood-red eyes that gleamed beneath the dim light of the burning capital.
His gaze settled on Morgana.
"Are you the sister of Vincent Celestine?"
The instant she heard that name, Morgana's body stiffened.
"H-How do you know about my brother?!" Her voice grew louder, and for the first time, her usual composure cracked. "Who are you?!"
"Hmm. Let's just say I'm someone who knew him in the past." The man said with quite smile.
Morgana tightened her grip around her spear.
Her amethyst eyes narrowed as she studied the man before her. His casual response only deepened her suspicions.
Noah, meanwhile, had no idea who Vincent Celestine was. From Morgana's reaction, however, it was clear that the man had some connection to her brother.
