Isabel slowly nodded.
She knew why the Grand Guardian was so wary... The "warrior" profession belonged to Supreme Heaven, which had been defeated by the Silver Crowned Dragon; it belonged to the Path of Strength, which had been replaced by the Path of Authority; and it belonged to the Giant Kingdom, which had been defeated by Avalon.
The revival of such power was undoubtedly an unsettling omen.
But Isabel noticed a detail in David's words. "You said... that 'star' looked like Iver?"
"Yes."
The blond boy nodded firmly. "The voice was exactly the same—and when the heat waves rippled, I saw his outline. There's no doubt about it. That was Mr. Iver. I swear."
As Iver's number-one fan, David's words carried considerable weight.
Isabel gradually came to the same realization:
So Iver had been busy with something this important these past few days.
Now that she thought about it, he must have succeeded—which meant he should be safe.
Isabel finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Iver had been occupied with one thing after another these past few days. Although he had refrained from telling her the details because he was worried she would overthink things, Isabel could figure it out herself—if even Iver had been unwilling to tell her, then it had to be something important and dangerous.
So Isabel had pretended to be fooled, putting on a reassured expression.
But in truth, she simply believed in Iver.
She believed he would certainly turn danger into safety.
And now, she had finally confirmed that Iver really was safe.
"There are quite a few cases like David's."
Ligeia added, "Based on my urgent investigation, many inspectors in the Bureau of Supervision dreamed of the 'star.' The proportion was roughly one in ten. The Inspectorate's proportion was lower, at less than one