The perfect blend of allure and sanctity was exceptionally eye-catching.
"Honored Sage, the person has been brought here." Fika stepped forward and bowed.
D22 had already confirmed it—the place was full of powerful people.
And they were no ordinary powerful people. There were several Mithril Rank individuals alone, while this Great Sage was likely Holy Spirit Rank.
"What's going on? Someone this formidable?"
Holy Spirit Rank beings, who were normally difficult to meet even once, had come looking for her on their own initiative.
But she also knew that she was indeed unusual. If their prophetic ability was real, then it was perfectly reasonable for them to notice that this girl was extraordinary.
"Speaking of prophecy, isn't it essentially divination?"
Thinking of the old lady who was close to Old Man Norton, D22 did not know the difference between the two of them.
Meeting the Sage
"Welcome, honored miss. Please, have a seat."
Hearing the Sage's words, D22 did not stand on ceremony and sat directly in a chair nearby. "So, what is it that you need me for? To be honest, I'm not familiar with any of you."
This building was probably only a temporary gathering place. Their identities were highly mysterious, and with a Holy Spirit Rank being among them, D22 would no longer treat them with the mindset she used for ordinary small factions.
Even she herself knew that without outside support like Norton and Black Dragon Sister, her faction would have no way of dealing with opponents at this level.
After all, once one reached this level of strength, defeating someone above one's rank was almost impossible. Unless there were an absurd number of Mithril Rank fighters willing to join forces without regard for their lives, they might truly pose a threat to a Holy Spirit.