For a moment, both of them laughed.
"Clone?"
Casually walking beside the man in the black robe, Anvis looked in the direction where Prince Otto had left, speaking softly.
"Although it's a bit opaque, I presume you are also a clone, aren't you?"
Giving Anvis a deep look, the man in the black robe casually removed his hood, revealing a young face with pale skin and slightly curly brown hair.
Unusually, his eyes lacked pupils and were completely white.
"Hehe, that doesn't matter. What's important is your attitude towards Prince Otto—"
Without giving a direct answer, Anvis glanced at the youth's ordinary appearance and spoke on his own with a profound aura.
"Originally, fate should not have developed this way. Even if Prince Otto values Landon, he shouldn't have prepared to this extent, and even the Knight Commander Morris should have been temporarily held up in Black Feather Royal City by fate's jest.
