Stripped City Adra: The Truth

Suddenly, Sefen wrinkled his nose, his eyes narrowing unconsciously.

A strange scent hung in the air. More precisely, it was closer to an abstract concept—something similar to himself yet different, but likewise an aberration rejected by the world.

Instinctively, he looked toward the source of that scent. It was a hooded girl sitting quietly at a table in the hall, holding a cup of black tea as she gazed out the window.

Bright sunlight streamed through the glass and fell upon her, draping her in a brilliant golden radiance. From afar, she looked like a scene from a painting.

For some reason, Sefen felt dazed. He seemed to have sensed this scent somewhere before. Yet this was clearly his first time meeting the girl, so why did she feel so strangely familiar, as if they had met somewhere before?

But if they truly had met before, he would not have forgotten.

He tried hard to recall it, but no matter how he searched, his memories remained hazy, as though shrouded in thick fog.

Then, in his daze, he heard a startled cry.

Sefen came back to himself and discovered that he had somehow moved close to the girl. His nose was sniffing insistently, and his expression looked somewhat feral. He seemed to have frightened her.

"I apologize. My disciple has been rude."

"Would it contaminate the soul...?"

Gray instinctively stood up, intending to bow in return. Though she had indeed been startled, she did not mind it too much. She should not cause her master any more trouble.

Yet everything that had happened was more like a rehearsal before the real performance. If no one intervened now, the same events would happen again.

In the end, Gerwin succeeded. With the magecraft formula Michael provided, he could attach his soul to