The three Mages stood silently side by side in the magical hall. With eyes radiating distrust, they evaluated Leon and Bleia, both bound in place. In one corner of the hall, Lucy, whose connection with Leon had been severed, lay peacefully on the floor. She seemed unconscious.
Leon only recognized the Mage named Keoghan among the three. Clearly, the other two were also Mages belonging to the Sarubo clan. In particular, every time Leon cast his gaze upon the elderly man in the black robe with a grim expression, he felt a bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze his sight, even though the man did not emit a particularly strong mental flux.
"Is Eclivel dead?" the old man in the black robe asked coldly.
The other two Mages kept their mouths shut as he spoke, almost as if they dared not speak.
Leon truly wanted to answer the question. But not knowing how the Mages would deal with him, he didn't want to say the wrong thing. So he simply nodded in silence.
