The sky was thick with dark clouds.
The stars were sparse.
The world beyond the castle had been swallowed by darkness. Only a few faint lights swayed in the wind. In a world without electricity or science, dim moonlight meant you could barely see your hand in front of your face.
It was an environment many city dwellers had never experienced. Normal people simply could not see anything in such conditions, but Ian was no normal person.
He clearly saw the shadow blending into the Night Curtain, as well as the woman within it. Her appearance, as though she had stepped out of a fairy tale, made the Young Wizard wonder if she was the Hall Master of Soul Hall the Big Bad Wolf had mentioned.
Cinderella.
"Are you Cinderella?" When Ian spoke for the first time and received no response, he simply walked to the window, stared in her direction, and asked again in a louder voice.
An eerie shadow floated in the air, seemingly wrapping around a woman. Her gaze was also fixed on Ian, and her eyes revealed a trace of surprise.
However.
After Ian spoke.
The woman's expression changed.
Hearing the name Ian spoke, the woman in the shadow revealed a faintly mocking smile. Her lips moved, but she made no sound.
It was as though she were silently mocking something.
"Hm?"
Ian hadn't expected this.
Had he mistaken her for someone else?
She seemed to look down on Cinderella.
"That shouldn't be. If she's from Soul Hall, then according to what this stupid wolf said, she should respect Cinderella. After all, almost everyone in Soul Hall was recruited by Cinderella." Ian frowned, his gaze moving back and forth between Little Morgan and the woman.
For a moment, he could not tell whether the woman had