While Sinafa was still pondering the meaning behind Sanders's words, the woman in the bar finally responded.
"There are indeed rules. But whether you count as a customer—that is hard to say."
The beautiful voice made even Sanders lose focus for an instant. But he quickly composed himself, then lightly rubbed his fingers together. A trace of fine sand leaked from his fingertips.
The moment the sand fell, an unprovoked gust of wind blew it toward the distant cliff.
The cliff stood far from the cemetery. If anyone had been standing at its edge at that moment, they would have seen a graceful figure slowly appear. With a casual sweep of her hand, she gathered the sand that had spilled from Sanders into her palm.
"The quality is not bad. It seems to have come from the Scorched Forest on the sixth level. Heh, quite bold of you." She murmured to herself, then tossed the sand over the cliff.
Below the cliff lay the Endless Sea.
The sea was calm and still, yet when the sand fell, it stirred up low, muffled ripples.
As she watched the faint wolf's head, nostalgia flashed through the woman's eyes, and she softly hummed a little tune.
At first, the melody sounded gentle and tender. But upon closer listening, one would find that beneath its bright notes lingered a faint sorrow—one that could neither be dissolved nor forgotten.
The tune drifted leisurely, soothing the spray upon the waves as it carried into the cemetery.
"Huh, that woman is singing? But judging by where it's coming from, why does it sound like she isn't in the bar anymore?" Madeleine frowned.
"Compared to the singing, I am more curious about what Lord Phantom Demon said earlier. And what exactly does that person in the bar mean