Namara looked at the black robed men with a bit of surprise. She asked, "Why are you guys wearing black masks and robes like this?"
The troops found Namara's question a little unreasonable. So if they don't wear black robes, what should they wear? Outfits with flashy colors?
Absolutely ridiculous.
"Who are you?! Why are you interfering in our troubles?!" one of the people shouted.
"If I told you, you wouldn't know either," Namara grumbled. Then she cleared her throat while confirming her expression.
"Why would I interfere? You think I'll just sit around watching Castor's abominations?" Namara hissed with a cold face.
The people seemed to judge Namara from top to bottom. They thought that Namara didn't have great powers. After all, Namara's magic can't be felt.
This makes them feel less afraid. Even though Namara's face looked cold, it looked like a joke to them.
