Night fell, and all was silent. Atop Wilk Mountain, Kyle stood in a large tree, waiting for the person coming to keep the appointment.
After a while, a black-clad figure wearing a mask arrived tardily, appearing atop the mountain.
Twelve assassins followed behind her, but to Kyle, they could be wiped out with a wave of a hand.
Leaping lightly, Kyle landed on the ground and walked toward the masked woman.
Hearing the footsteps, the masked woman turned around. Looking at the blond man walking out of the woods, her eyes were filled with vigilance.
"Good evening, madam." Kyle's voice was gentle and calm. He pressed his right hand to his chest, bent forward slightly, and gave an elegant salute to the woman before him.
The masked woman responded equally politely, "Good evening, Your Excellency."
Kyle's gaze always looked directly at the other person. However, blocked by the mask, he could not clearly make out her appearance, and even her figure seemed somewhat blurry. This was perhaps precisely the source of the confidence that had dared her to risk coming to see the lord.
After the two exchanged a simple greeting, Kyle did not waste too much time. He waved his hand to open the passage to the Messier Demiplane and made an inviting gesture.
The next moment, the twelve assassins revealed themselves, standing guard close beside their master.
The masked woman waved her hand, signaling the assassins to step back, and then entered the Gate of Light alone.
Seeing this, Kyle followed closely behind, entering the Messier Demiplane.
Watching their master and the other person disappear, the twelve female assassins looked at each other in dismay, each concealing her figure and remaining vigilant of the surroundings.
Inside the demiplane, Velin sat in a reclining chair, enjoying the night sky