Madam Magician didn't say more and asked again, "Do you want to return to Salle de Bal Brise now, or stay here until noon?"
Lumian had never left Intis, let alone come to the Southern Continent. Since he had nothing planned, he nodded and replied, "I'd like to explore around a bit."
Madam Magician gave a slight nod and vanished before him.
Almost instantly, a bone-chilling wind swept through the crowd and struck Lumian.
Having come from Trier in the summer, he couldn't help but shiver in the harsh highlander winter.
Accompanied by the cold breeze, the distant clamor of the market, a few hundred meters away, filled Lumian's ears, making him feel truly immersed in this world.
Recalling how Madam Magician's arrival and disappearance had gone unnoticed by the surrounding people, Lumian quickly made a guess.
Did she create a wall of spirituality or pull me into a separate alternate space?
