Arlo was heard saying, "The last thing I want to tell you is that you're impervious to magical and physical attacks, but not all of them. So relearn to fear death and don't recklessly charge into your enemies' attack in your mist form."
"I am not?" Roy gasped.
He was taken aback.
Every attack on his mist so far has failed to harm him.
But now, he was being told otherwise.
It was bound to shock him as he realized how lucky he had been to not have encountered such an attack.
"You'll experience you're not after we reach the village covered by the scent of tea," Arlo added.
Roy asked, "What is waiting for me there?"
"A person who can hit you in your mist form. I really want you two to meet." Arlo said, with a mysterious smile on his face.
Roy thought twice as he asked, "W-who is it?"
Arlo answered, "Your cousin."
Roy had an idea as to who it could be, but the thought of it being his elder cousin never crossed his mind.
