Annan looked toward the voice and saw a woman in a black Cloak and feathered mask standing a short distance away, with Lemon blocking her path.
"You dared come alone. You're bolder than I expected." The purple eyes behind the mask studied him with a hint of approval.
"Did you leave the message in blood?"
“Mm-hmm.” The woman in the black Cloak lifted her chin slightly.
"How did you find me?"
"That's something else I need to discuss. You're more fool... adorable than I expected. You came here without disguising yourself at all."
Annan looked down at his robe in surprise. "I thought I'd disguised myself well!"
"That's just a piece of cloth, my City Lord. To some people, you might as well be wearing nothing."
Annan grew visibly uneasy.
"Don't worry. They can't see through that Mage Robe."
Annan breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at Illymoyas.
"What Miss Blue Dragon is wearing isn't really clothing. Even if someone sees through it, all they'll see is her True Body." The woman seemed to know what Annan was thinking.
"So she isn't wearing any clothes?!"
"Uh..." The woman began to wonder whether she had chosen the wrong person. "An... City Lord, I asked you here because I have something urgent to tell you."
"Should we talk somewhere else?" Annan glanced at the bustling street.
The Evening Breeze Tavern, a guest room.
Illymoyas went straight to the window when they entered. Annan looked at the woman in the black Cloak. “Can you show me your face now?”
"Does that matter?"
Annan pulled back his hood. "How am I supposed to trust something important from someone who won't show her face?"
The woman fell silent for a moment. "I'm sorry. My identity is sensitive, so I can't reveal myself. But