(Fire Bull, the GOAT, it's all I can think about now)
Bai Ye stretched lazily.
"At last, I'm out... In that case, the seven days I spent sitting there weren't wasted."
Bai Ye had memorized the fluctuations when the storyteller vanished into thin air, which gave him tremendous insight and inspiration. So, strictly speaking, he had not emerged from the world within the painting entirely by his own means.
Though his body was fine, Bai Ye had never sat still for so long before. Psychologically, he felt somewhat stiff, as though his blood and energy were not flowing smoothly.
Fortunately, as a legendary being, Bai Ye recovered after stretching a few times.
After exchanging pleasantries with Sagara, Bai Ye took out his terminal and checked the time. Sure enough, just as he had expected, not much time had passed in the outside world.
Then, he turned his gaze toward this place's owner—the girl seated before the writing desk.
"We meet again, Mr. Boiled Umbrella. No... should I call you 'Dusk'?" Bai Ye asked with a smile.
"'Dusk'... It has been a long time since anyone called me by that name. How did you know it?"
The girl slowly turned around.
"I heard it from a friend."
At last, Bai Ye saw Dusk's true appearance.
Her ink-black hair fell to her waist, while her long bangs covered her left eye, leaving only a vermilion-red right eye visible.
The green horns on the girl's forehead, her pointed ears and long tail, and the natural air of authority about her all told anyone who saw Dusk's true form that this girl was no ordinary being.
Looking at the elf-like girl before him, Bai Ye showed a faintly awed expression.
While Bai Ye was sizing Dusk up, the girl was observing him as well.