The woman seemed to have a grasp on Philip's thoughts as she curved her lips up.
"You will know it in the future."
After saying that, she snickered and swiftly made her way to one of the many doors, leaving Aram and Philip in private.
"Apologies for Patricia's behavior. She's uncomfortable around men in your age," the tall man explained. "I am Aram Hitter, the leader of Sorrows Guild."
Upon hearing Aram's surname, Philip couldn't help but ask, "Are you in any way related to Adolf Hitter?"
"Ah, you're correct. He's my nephew," Aram confirmed. Philip appeared surprised and seemed to grasp something. Aram chuckled and remarked, "Yes, we do bear a resemblance."
He then took a seat, and Philip followed suit, sitting opposite him.
"As I mentioned earlier, you needn't worry about joining the Academe Guild; it's what we intended all along. After all, if you were to join us outright with them knowing about you first, it might raise suspicion."
