"Sage? Cage?"
The elderly pope could not help but sigh after hearing the two singular worlds that were completely unrelated. Then, his expression turning grave instantly, Igor spoke to the girl in a somber voice.
"Though it's rude, could you please tell me your name?"
"Me? I'm Hillya Ferragni." The dragon-winged girl briskly replied, blinking and slightly baffled. "My last name is my mother's—my father was a dragonkin, he does not have any last name, just a first name."
"Ferragni, huh." Igor nodded lightly and paused for a moment, as if considering the history behind the name Ferragni, before questioning the girl slowly again, placing weight on each word. "May I know… Miss Hillya Ferragni, what did you see in the Sage's vision? Please do not hold anything back."
"I saw..."
