The man still had not stepped out of the shadows beneath the stairs, while the man in the white suit frowned for some reason.
At the same time.
"Old geezer!! I told you, I'd definitely find you!"
Not far away, Miss Mind Witch landed before the castle gates after a few leaps... The tiny wing-shaped, emerald-green wisps of aura on her high heels vanished the instant she touched down.
"You think you can get away?" After landing, Mind Witch rushed straight to the white-suited man... Farrell, grabbed his collar with both hands, and snapped furiously, "You ungrateful bastard!"
Farrell's gaze suddenly turned cold.
Miss Witch's anger was instantly doused, and her heart gave a little jolt... She released Farrell's collar, then looked around—the castle before her.
"This place... I think I've seen it in some magazine?" Miss Witch was not saying this to change the subject. She genuinely felt that she had seen this place somewhere before.
After entering the Non-human Realm through a Coordinate, she had chased Farrell all the way here without having time to determine her exact location. She only knew that she was somewhere in a chaotic region.
"Wait... isn't this place...?"
The doubt in her heart was soon resolved. The Witch had evidently found information matching this place in her memories—especially after seeing the enormous oil painting directly ahead of the castle hall.
She swallowed quietly and instinctively glanced at Farrell beside her. Farrell was staring at the figure that had stopped on the stairs and said calmly, "As you thought, this is Duke Roland's castle."
"Duke Roland!" Miss Witch immediately sucked in a breath. "The last Sword Saint of France?"
Miss Gillian the Witch suddenly turned toward the figure hidden in the stairway's shadows, her expression changing slightly. Information about Duke Roland rapidly flashed