Yanis turned around when she heard the voice and saw Iver riding atop the unicorn, held in Saintess Grey's arms.
Her expression immediately became somewhat indescribably strange.
She bowed slightly, placed her right hand over her chest, and saluted Grey, who was atop the unicorn. "Saintess, it's been a long time. May Si Zhu protect you."
"May Si Zhu protect you as well. It's been a long time, Yanis."
Grey smiled and said gently, "You can just call me Grey."
That was "Pure White's" true name—in theory, there shouldn't be many people who knew it.
"Then... Grey."
Yanis adjusted her hat, tugging the front down slightly. It was as though she subconsciously wanted to use it to cover her face. "How have you been?"
"I'm very well."
Grey watched Yanis with her right hand over her chest.
Lowering her voice, she said with utmost seriousness, "But I've missed you so much."
Yanis clearly realized what was happening. She let out an incoherent groan and covered her forehead with one hand as though pretending to have a headache, using the back of her hand to block her face.
But her cheeks were already flushed, and the redness had even spread to the tips of her ears.
Oh, wow.
This was the first time Iver had ever seen the free-spirited Yanis react like this.
He raised his eyebrows, instantly becoming much more alert.
So the two of them knew each other?
And judging by their attitude... could it be...
Iver silently pondered for a moment before thinking of a wonderfully apt description:
It felt like the two of you had formed a band together when you were kids.
Earlier, when he saw Yanis standing here without moving, he had even briefly mistaken her for a statue.
Iver had just started worrying that