Steward Moda spoke with a look of sheer terror, obviously frightened beyond measure.
But neither Ian nor Radiant Nun showed much interest, their expressions unchanged.
——That's it? The talking forest next door is ten thousand times scarier than your phantom.
"Is the child a boy or a girl? Was it floating midair or did you see it when you looked down? Was there really no face or was it too blurry to see because of the light?"
Ian asked in detail, "And how exactly did you faint?"
Owing to Ian's overly professional questioning, which came across as dispassionate and lacking empathy, Steward Moda's somewhat wrinkled face briefly relaxed from surprise—before wrinkling even more.
"Yes, it was a boy? Around seven or eight years old, I couldn't see clearly."
