Study.
Citylord Iseck frowned as he looked at the magic image in front of him.
It displayed Lavan and the others who were waiting in the drawing room.
"Can you really tell anything from this?" he asked his aide beside him.
"If they truly have a means to deal with the Strange Beast, 'it' will definitely be unable to resist pleading for their help."
The aide spoke.
He was completely hidden under a black hood, his voice ominous and creepy, revealing he was not a good sort at first listen.
Iseck then asked, "But how will we know if 'it' really asked for help?"
"'Its' branches will undergo obvious changes, just like when you first received 'its' blessing as a child."
"Is that so..."
Iseck looked up at an empty wall.
A painting used to hang there, depicting a gigantic tree.
When he was young, it was as if he could hear the tree in the painting speaking to him, so one time he fell asleep leaning against it.
