"It seems we can't leave for the time being..."
Annan sighed.
He looked around and then suggested, "Shall we find a place to sit down and talk?"
As he said this, he glanced in the direction of Giralda.
His intention was simple.
This cheerful uncle with black hair and black eyes was likely the only one among them who knew his way around.
——After all, he was originally a student of Master Michelangelo.
"Wait a moment, everyone... don't rush,"
Picking up on Annan's hint, Miss Clare was the first to react.
She looked at Giralda with a hint of doubt, pursing her lips.
"Actually, I had some suspicions before we entered, but I was too embarrassed to say them...
"Shouldn't all of us candidates be 'without a teacher, classmates, or apprentices'?"
"Yet just now outside, you mentioned... your teacher is Master Michelangelo.
"We all arrived here after receiving a letter. Undoubtedly, you are the most suspicious."
