The first person to appear beside Iver was a complete stranger he had never seen before.
Although her face was unclear, judging by her figure, she was probably a young lady.
She wore a white knee-length robe and white boots. On top of that, she wore white silk gloves.
Dressed entirely in white, she seemed to radiate a faint glow in the pitch-black space.
Iver estimated that she was only a little taller than Yulia, but still shorter than Isabel—in other words, around 1.6 meters tall.
After appearing, she let out a soft sound of surprise, as if confused by the location where she had found herself.
"Hello, beautiful lady."
Iver placed his right hand over his chest and raised his voice. In a slightly exaggerated manner, he spoke in an ornate tone: "You may call me 'Fox.' I'm a priest from the Path of Dedication."
Iver had become increasingly famous recently, so he had to distinguish the identity of "Fox" from Iver.
Everyone who needed to know that "Fox is Iver" already knew. As for everyone else, it was best not to reveal his identity if he could avoid it.
It wasn't that he was worried about having done something vile during his advancement ritual and being easily assassinated in the real world—these days, assassinating Iver wasn't so easy. Not only was Iver's own strength steadily improving, but the people around him were also gradually growing stronger.
Besides, if anyone really dared to come and confront Iver, there was a good chance they would be assimilated into his companions. Iver would never easily let such an action-oriented person get away.
What could ordinary people want? Wealth? Status? Strength? Respect? Friendship? Care?
Apart from love, which Iver might not be able to provide, he could basically give them everything else.