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——No, that was definitely not an illusion.
Although Dmitry Winter was not a Transcendent, he was, after all, a bishop.
At such close distance, his perception could not be mistaken.
The pure divine light on Giralda shone with an unmistakable clarity.
"Your Highness Dmitry, what brings you to me?"
He asked gently with a smile, facing Dmitry wrapped in a grey-white coat.
Dmitry wore a coat with fur collars made from Frost Beast hides, his hands stuffed directly into his trouser pockets. The empty sleeves flapped behind him, like a white ceremonial scarf.
He frowned slightly and looked silently at Giralda.
With an extremely odd and unfriendly tone, Dmitry asked through gritted teeth, "Still calling me 'Your Highness'?
"It's you, Annan! I know you inside out, don't even think about fooling me!"
...You speak with such conviction, yet you have already been fooled by me.
Annan muttered to himself inwardly.
