Matthew still didn't understand much, but he saw Zeller's mouth shape and nodded.
Little Patton was carried away in confusion.
Sif lowered her head and was led into the darkness by Matthew.
" You'll be staying in my cemetery for the next two days. The environment there definitely can't compare to the liege's manor. I'll have to trouble you to get used to it."
When they passed by an oak tree.
An oak tree sprite flew out and cast a nature spell on Matthew, restoring his hearing.
He was finally free from that hazy state and could communicate normally with people.
Sif lowered her head.
"It's okay. It's a critical period. Uncle Zeller told me about it."
Matthew nodded lightly.
The word 'uncle' made him feel a little awkward.
But thinking about it carefully, it made sense.
Zeller and Rheagar were both old men in their forties. He was indeed in the same generation as them.
