The room once again fell into a deathly silence.
The three members of the Mage Inheritance Society all froze. The two old mages exchanged glances, their expressions strange. As for Old Madam herself, she narrowed her eyes and gave Benjamin a thorough once-over, a rare look of confusion on her face.
"...What did you say?"
Her tone was extremely guarded. She did not seem to recognize Benjamin at all. Benjamin scratched his head, sensing that something was off as well.
Had he mistaken her for someone else?
But... how was that possible? Both her appearance and personality were exactly the same!
Benjamin's mind had already been on the verge of crashing. Old Madam, who had been missing for so long, had suddenly appeared and turned out to be some major mage in the Mage Inheritance Society—that alone was shocking enough. If he was now told that he had mistaken her for someone else, the awkwardness in this room would be so thick there would be no place left to stand.
In fact, he was still trying to process the fact that Old Madam was a mage.
—As a mage, she had not only lived in Havenlight, but had also stayed right under The Church's nose for who knew how many years. How was that any different from a fairy tale? Even if The Church had never discovered her, watching them slaughter other mages day after day—wouldn't she have felt something?
With mixed emotions, Benjamin did not even know whether he should hope that he had mistaken her or not.
In the end, Elizabeth suddenly spoke up and eased the awkwardness.
"...Old Madam has lost all her memories of the past. She does not remember living in the Royal Capital, nor does she know that she was once the matriarch of