"Can I meet your father?"
Urulas looked like he heard the most impossible question.
He crudely stared at Ovior. Then, he looked at the front, without bothering to answer.
"I guess not," Ovior muttered.
"We will do our best to hide your presence," Veronica promised.
"I don't think you can," Ovior mentioned. "The Elvish soldiers already noticed my presence."
Veronica was stunned. "Did they? They didn't say anything. Their expressions also didn't change."
Ovior pointed out, "Just because their expressions didn't change, doesn't mean they didn't notice."
Veronica still had a hard time believing it.
She said, "I know they are sharp but how did they notice? I made you wear an Elvish cloak and I added some mushy paste on your skin so that they can't smell you."
"Perhaps they sensed my mana," Ovior guessed. "We can't underestimate their senses."
