When the Wallop family arrived at the mayor's detached villa, the mayor himself came out to greet them warmly.
Sean did not know his family's business particularly well, nor had he attended many banquets with his parents. However, he noticed that the mayor in this illusion was not the one he knew in reality.
The man was elegant and refined, looking to be under forty. Even stranger, despite being a different person, Sean constantly felt as though he had seen him before.
Still, he said nothing and continued playing the part of an eight-year-old little gentleman.
The mayor's villa was extraordinarily luxurious, surpassing even the Wallop family home. It took them two minutes just to walk from the courtyard to the sitting room, and once inside, the glitter nearly made Sean dizzy—just how much did this mayor like gold...
Watching his father chat and laugh with the mayor, Sean, long accustomed to such scenes, paid little attention. He merely looked around—officials and businessmen had always been closely tied together, in any country and any era. There was nothing noteworthy about the conversation in the illusion, either.
He had no idea how Peak of Soul's Return had constructed such an illusion. There was none of the hazy scenery that came with entering memories, nor was there the godlike bird's-eye view from above.
Sean even tried exploring other parts of the mayor's villa. The rooms were exquisitely furnished and lavish, with not a single detail missing—even though he himself had never been to a place like this.
"Strange. Where did the material for this illusion come from..." Sean looked at his small reflection in the washroom mirror. He felt none of the discomfort of having shrunk, yet he could still sense his magic.
However, everything he had originally brought with him had