After a brief silence, Iver was the first to speak. In that gorgeous youthful voice, he introduced himself: "Then I'll start. I'm 'Fox,' of the Path of Dedication... I hope we can work well together."
Hearing his voice, Isabel immediately lowered her head.
Otherwise, she might have laughed out loud.
"I'm Pure White, of the Path of Authority."
The girl dressed entirely in white spoke softly.
The tall young elf then followed up, saying, "I'm Topaz, of the Path of Love..."
After everyone introduced themselves to Sherlock and Isabel one by one, Isabel suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
One seat had originally been empty, and Merlin had said that this was a Vacancy Ritual. Thus, she had subconsciously assumed that the missing seat belonged to the Transcender of the Path of Adaptation, whom everyone disliked this time.
But after they had gone through their introductions again, she suddenly felt that something was off.
They had originally been a three-person team. Adding Pure White, Jacaranda, Topaz, and Living Silver made four more people.
Wasn't that only seven people? Why did Merlin say everyone was here? And...
Isabel quickly swept her gaze around and could not help asking, "Why are there only eight seats here in total, Merlin?"
Hearing that, Sherlock's heart stirred slightly as he raised his head to look at Merlin.
He had actually realized that something was wrong the moment he landed. To him, the observational skill needed to instantly count everyone present was as simple as eating or drinking.
But he had been very cautious and did not ask—because no one else had asked either.
He believed that Fox had definitely noticed it as well. Yet he had not asked.
Those four people seemed to be together... and they had most likely guessed that he and Isabel