"I was right. You can actually see me!" the young man exclaimed, absolutely convinced that he was right all along. Lucifer could truly see him.
"Grandpa said that it was impossible. So how did it do it?" he asked, his expressions revealing his slight fascination.
He removed the spatial shroud that had kept him invisible since he was certain that it was useless.
"Are you also part of some big clan? But I've studied about all other surviving major clans. I've never heard of someone looking like you. Who are you?"
His questions didn't stop at all. One after another, he kept asking without even waiting for the answer, akin to a child who found something that caught their attention.
"If you can see through our skill, that must mean you're also somewhat capable in this field. Even my Grandfather didn't believe it was possible. So you mustn't be half bad. Right?" the man asked as he followed Lucifer.
