Lis caressed the grey protective talisman in his hand, his expression odd as if he was pondering something.
Ever since his return from McGwire's Death Tomb, he had constantly felt that Joyce behaved a little strangely.
First, he was given an excuse to visit the Library and meet that genius Mage, the albino girl with white hair and red eyes, and now he was handed a precious Shadow Talisman.
Although he could sense that Joyce truly cared about him, how should he put it?
It was like finding out your good college roommate and brother was actually a rich second-generation on the day of graduation.
But speaking of which, where did Joyce get this Shadow Talisman?
Was such a precious thing something an ordinary person could possess?
Why did I, the butler, feel more and more mysterious?
Lis rubbed his somewhat sore temples, still thinking.
Feeling that his strength had broken through, the matters requiring his attention had also become increasingly numerous.
