"It seems strange no matter how I put it, so please allow me to introduce ourselves first."
It was still the same street as before, but it was clearly livelier now.
After silently meeting Fu Qian's gaze for several seconds, Amira sighed and spoke first, gesturing toward the figure beside her.
He was a man who looked to be in his forties, with a steady gaze and a calm demeanor. What stood out most was his pair of pale golden eyebrows.
Compared to Amira, he wore a dark robe that was somewhat more elaborate and formal, though he also had an ornate shawl draped over his shoulders.
What had just happened was obvious enough: these two had been hiding nearby in a special way, watching the spectators.
And this hostage of theirs, who had been far too amused by life and death, had clearly shocked them. In the end, they decided they had seen enough and pulled him out.
"This is Lord Reginald. We spoke together earlier today."
Quite honest of her.
That was what Fu Qian thought in response to Amira's introduction.
He already knew who the man was—the third listener who had stayed out of sight while Fu Qian received psychological counseling.
He had personally revealed the information about the victims, Mr. and Mrs. Leisen.
Judging by his clothes and bearing, he was clearly a church functionary, in stark contrast to the hunter.
"Just call me Reginald."
Meeting Fu Qian's scrutiny, the middle-aged man gave a slight nod and said no more.
"All right."
Fu Qian replied just as calmly, then pointed into the distance, toward the spot where the hunter had first attacked.
"That just now—are you sure you don't need to help?"
"No. I'm already sorry for the interruption earlier."
As expected, Amira answered. She seemed