"...Master Bernardino."
Dragon Well Tea had struggled for a long time to suppress the rising nausea in his stomach before respectfully greeting the elderly man.
It should be clarified that he personally had no objections to Bernardino Treshaw.
It wasn't that Bernardino's words had provoked him.
It was merely an extremely intense feeling of fear.
Those were not human eyes—
Below the face wrapped in withered yellow bandages, black runes flowed like living things. They crawled like tiny cockroaches on the ground, emitting an almost inaudible rustling whisper.
—And in the gaps of the bandages, two rare gemstones were revealed.
Not metaphorically.
Not like Annan, whose pupils were as beautiful as gemstones... nor like Kafney's, which gave the impression of doll-like eyes.
But actual, genuine gemstones.
One was a sapphire the size of a quail's egg, with many facets. From any angle, one could see the lone, pure white rune suspended right in the center of the gemstone.
