After all, she was a Sixth Rank Legendary Bloodline sorcerer. Although she had been ravaged by tentacles for several months, Evany's physical condition was not seriously affected.
Since their goal had been to capture her alive, those tentacles also served to deliver nutrients, preventing the imprisoned Professionals from weakening to death within the dream.
After drinking a High-Grade Mana Potion provided by Anvis and resting for most of a magic hour, Evany's mental state recovered to seventy or eighty percent.
In the frost-white corridors tainted by the Ruins, faintly glowing Magic Frost illuminated two figures moving among numerous black-robed ice sculptures.
"So, Brother Evan... Evan, what are you planning to do? Return to your family immediately?"
He looked at the blue-haired girl's face, whose features had become much softer, and the curves of her body that even the loose robe could not fully conceal.
To avoid provoking her further, Anvis forcibly changed his words at the last moment, swallowing the word "brother."
"No, Anvis, that would be too hasty."
Pretending not to notice the awkwardness in Anvis's words, Evany shook her head and answered without hesitation.
"My family guard's whereabouts are unknown, and my Amulet and personal equipment have also been lost. To prevent another accident, I will stay by your side for now and act together with you."
"I am very grateful that you came to such a dangerous and remote place to save me, Anvis. I cannot trouble you a second time because of my own affairs."
Wearing a black robe stripped from a nearby Heretic Cultist who had been frozen stiff, Evany looked at Anvis with her ice-blue eyes, her gaze calm once more.
"I don't know whether you have any other plans on this island. But could I ask you to help me look for my