Iraeta unconsciously took a step back.
"No, there's no need."
He snapped out of his daze and focused on the man in the gray robe who was diligently painting the puppet in the dimly lit room. He asked with curiosity, "Are you the artisan of wax statues who serves Count Poufer?"
This Count had a peculiar hobby of crafting wax figures for his friends.
The man with the fiery red beard avoided direct eye contact and continued coloring the half-finished puppet in front of him.
Lumian, who had already returned to the corridor, turned his head and glanced at Albus Medici. Instead of speaking, he directed his question at the enigmatic man in the cluttered room, "What should we call you?"
Lumian was certain that something was amiss with the wax sculptor before him, but he couldn't determine the extent of the problem. They had just noticed that no light escaped from this room, indicating that the man had been working on the puppet in complete darkness!
