"She's indeed not Rosy."
After a long silence, Milton spoke up.
"She—"
"Hold on, are you the Lich Milton?" Heine interrupted.
He suspiciously said, "How come I remember when I first arrived, Your Excellency was wearing a robe of black and white, not this grey one?"
He'd had this suspicion from the beginning.
Alpha said the other had appeared out of thin air, and that was his feeling too.
A level six boss, no matter how strong, couldn't just appear out of nowhere, right?
It was almost like an admin mode.
If he was really that amazing, why bother with all of this?
Besides, this Milton was too calm.
The previous one, though he seemed human before things got ugly, ultimately wore his emotions on his face.
Arrogance, pride, mystery.
But the one in front of him was more like a piece of wood, a stone—far from seeming human.
"I am him, but not entirely."
