"Sorry, I have no idea. I just wanted to confirm whether I've gone mad and started hallucinating things," Myne shrugged his shoulders and spoke jokingly.
"All right, enough of your nonsense. Answer my question," The white-haired man moved fifty or so finger-sized bloody needles towards Myne's face, touching his skin, and roared in an irritated voice.
"Fine, but there isn't much to talk about. I learned from the townsfolk that their master lives in this castle. I came here for a chat to gather more information about this strange dimensional creak. However, before I could find anyone to talk to, I received your warm hospitality…"
