The next morning, Luan and Ingrid woke up.
After eating a little breakfast, they wore the armor. Although the spells prevented people from noticing them, Ingrid wore the veil, and Luan wore the mask.
Lenore left, and as always with the veil that hid her face.
Lenore looks at Luan and says nonchalantly, "Many think you're dead. That you didn't make it through the tribulation and died."
"Oh, and do you think I'm the real one or the fake one? Perhaps the son of the White Emperor." Luan asks in an amused tone. It was funny to some extent to hear that he died, as he did die, but not from the tribulation.
"At first I thought you were related." Lenore said indifferently: "But it didn't impress me much, but Nora was convinced it was you."
"Did you talk to her when?" Luan asked.
