Iris didn't expect that her magic power would be known. After all, the face disguise was low level magic. She calmly rode her horse, following Thomas and Morgan.
"Hey, I feel like something is wrong."
Morgan pulled the reins of his horse and they began to slow down. The atmosphere of the once bustling suburbs of the capital gradually became quiet. The houses lining the streets shut their doors tightly.
Iris frowned. They should be fine with her disguise. She secretly ordered Litzy to fly over to watch them from above.
"Looks like we've been welcomed." Morgan heard whispers from all around him, he stopped his horse.
Iris held her breath in a slight daze. "How could it be? No one can figure out our disguise except…."
"Witch." Then Thomas, who had been silent all this time, spoke up.
"Ah? Am I wrong? I thought the Witch race was in the northern region. " Iris gripped the horse's reins tightly. She glanced at Morgan, who was snorting.
