Annan's First Time

[Annan, I found something very important. It has to do with you, and I don't know what to do with it... Come find me. Don't bring anyone else...]

A brief message was followed by an address.

Annan didn't dislike Irilanze. No one would dislike a beautiful, intelligent woman of high standing who liked him.

But Irilanze's excessive fervor did make Annan worry that she might tie him up in a basement.

Right now, for instance, he didn't know whether to trust Irilanze. Or whether the letter had even come from her.

"Where's the Mage Apprentice who delivered the letter?"

"He's already left," the Head Maid replied.

After a moment's hesitation, Annan decided to go to the address in the letter.

The Blue Dragon might well be able to withstand an Elf of the same rank. And if this was a plot against him... frankly, there was no difference between attacking Annan at the Manor and attacking him elsewhere.

Following the address on the note, Annan arrived at the Abandoned Manor.

It wasn't far from the Mage Tower. Weeds had overrun the grounds.

Annan approached the mansion. Dusk was near, and the light slipping through the narrow windows left the hall dim. Still, he spotted a figure standing on the second floor.

The short black hair made Annan narrow his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Annan's question echoed through the hall, then a low, reverberating voice answered it.

"You've been using my identity to deceive people, and you're asking who I am...?"

Annan looked up at the figure descending the spiral staircase, stunned by the truth behind those words—

Lewis Reeves...

The King of the North's vengeful spirit truly did haunt the skies above Breeze City.

"You're still alive?"

"Does that surprise you...?"

"To be honest... not really." Annan looked at him,