"An inheritance? Has the Guild Leader died? And what exactly is this so-called 'wealth passed down from the first-generation Silent Alliance Guild Leader'? Why would the Guild Leader choose you as a spokesperson for something so important? And who are you?"
Punk questioned the Eternal Sleep Eye before him without expression. Calm and composed, Whisper of Destruction had no intention of being dazzled by a windfall from the heavens.
There was no such thing as a free lunch. Any seemingly insignificant detail could conceal deadly intent. If the Guild Leader had truly left behind some "inheritance" for him, then what purpose and plan did that powerful, mysterious His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne have?
He had to get these matters straight. Before Lumina gave a clear answer, the cautious Blazing Sun spellcaster would never make reckless guesses.
"Died? No, Miss Frantal is still alive—or rather... she is alive for now. But her life is nearing its end. In fact, she was attacked by Tiamat, the Mother of Five Colors, in the Sea of Chaos—an equally terrifying attack that indirectly made use of Piknat's Soul Fusion Technique. Already grievously wounded, she suffered even greater injuries as a result. By now, Frantal's fate is sealed. She may barely be able to linger on in the depths of the chaotic vortex, but she has lost the ability to fight again, or even to leave that chaotic far shore. So, as far as the Guild Leader is concerned... in a sense, she is indeed about to die."
As she informed Punk of the Guild Leader's condition, the Eternal Sleep Eye's expression was desolate. The sorrow she revealed could not even be concealed by her thin veil. It was not difficult to see that the mysterious Miss Lumina had extraordinary feelings for her current master,