They could see the wounded young man still releasing mist from a corner of the castle's hall. As the mist grew denser, the blood-covered body of the boy slowly vanished from sight.
"Ohh, this one's pretty good, considering the little boy's age. The castle looks real enough," Lydia's voice came from behind.
People turned around and saw Lydia sitting in front of a luxurious round desk. She had a flame-red robe, coiled-up pink hair as well as a very charming look. She blended in with the scenery of the castle hall quite well.
Lydia frowned when she saw people looking at her.
"Weird… I should still be inside my private room now. How did they see me?"
She looked aside and saw another white-haired old wizard admiring a painting hanging on the wall. She knew that wizard. A famed man who booked the room next to her.
The old wizard noticed Lydia's gesture and returned his own gentle smile.
