Undercurrents

An angel of the Loen Royal Family... the one who stopped me from storming the palace before?

At Hermes's warning, Luther thought to himself.

After all, he had attacked the duke's estate tonight, then blasted open the mountain hiding the Blood Emperor's ruins. It would have been stranger if the Royal Family had done nothing!

But that angel had deep ties to both the Psychology Alchemists and the Twilight Hermit Order. Shouldn't he be on their side?

On guard, Luther signaled to Antiya with a glance. The two understood each other well enough that she grasped his meaning at once. She caught his arm, ready to take him through the Spirit World and leave before reinforcements arrived.

Everything before his eyes rapidly warped into vivid blocks of color. The boundary between the Spirit World and reality was blurring.

Before leaving, Luther looked at the mysterious, mild-mannered old man and couldn't resist asking, "May I ask what your relationship is with the eldest son?"

By "the eldest son," he naturally meant Adam. He had avoided saying the name outright in case it drew Adam's attention. According to his information, Adam was the eldest son of the Creator of the City of Silver, so the description fit perfectly.

Hermes only smiled at the question.

He did not answer. Instead, he said something seemingly unrelated: "The night is lovely, but unfortunately, you're all so busy."

Whoosh!

As Hermes finished speaking, Antiya pulled Luther into the Spirit World, and they left the scene.

The dragon gazed at the sea of fire beside him with golden, slit-pupiled eyes. He beat his wings hard, and the resulting gale smothered the flames.

Once the fire was out, the dragon's massive body shrank. In the blink of an eye, he had returned to his usual form as an