Anna heard Arthur's name once again.
Though he had only been referred to as "my lord," it still made Anna uncomfortable. But she quickly suppressed that discomfort.
Not because Anna was magnanimous.
But because-
Jimte and Carral were scrutinizing her.
Their gazes were unobtrusive, yet pierced her to the bone.
Even the briefest contact raised goosebumps all over her.
A smile immediately appeared on Anna's face.
"Of course.
I'll pass that along immediately."
Although Anna still had no way to contact the leader of her organization, her observations over this period convinced her that her boss would know what had happened here and contact her shortly.
As for whether he would meet them?
That wasn't her decision to make.
Is this the Medium's bloodline?
Anna marveled.
Then she felt even more uncomfortable.
Whenever she thought of the rumored foresight granted by the Medium's bloodline, she felt deeply wronged.
The kind of grievance that came from being bullied and not even daring to retaliate.
It was unbearable.
Unable to help herself, she pressed her lips together.
Though she composed her expression a moment later, Jimte and Carral still noticed.
The former smiled like a fox.
The latter was cold as a lone wolf.
Anna felt deeply ill at ease.
She was beginning to miss her four rather abnormal friends.
Her longing was like a tide.
Surging, churning, and never-ending.
And so Anna took her leave-
"Take care.
If you hear anything, please let us know immediately.
You know where to find us."
Jimte spoke with a smile.
Anna nodded and departed with increasingly hurried steps.
She had heard a hint of a threat in the young nobleman's seemingly ordinary words.
As for why?
That went without saying.
Jimte and Carral watched her disappear around the corner of the corridor. Then Jimte's