"Mist."
Without waiting for the Paladin to introduce him, Roger took the initiative to speak.
Abraham examined Roger carefully. Beneath his mask, Roger couldn't see his expression, but it was obvious that he was trying to use some special power.
Roger wasn't worried about it at all.
After introducing himself, he didn't even glance at Abraham but leaned slightly backward, scanning the room as if looking for someone.
"Hmm... it seems some of those who doubted me have disappeared," Roger said nonchalantly.
"Where did he go? Did he die?"
The moment his words fell, silence filled the room.
Then, Black Soul, who had been silent since the meeting began, suddenly shook the black hood on his head.
He leaned forward slightly.
"Mr. Mist, we mean no offense, and furthermore..." Black Soul hesitated for a moment.
"Some people have paid the price they should have, and I think you can let it go now."
Roger blinked.
What's going on?
