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"…I'm not sure myself anymore," Elayne sighed. "But I want to trust that they have no problem with this, right? Otherwise… things might change. We could disappear from here, and this village… well, it wouldn't receive our help anymore."
"Oh no, we're not implying anything," Blank said quickly. "We don't know who the child is, but if you claim he isn't who we thought, then that's fine. Right, Father?"
"It's all right," Silvester nodded. "We have no ties to that family either way. If anything, the Nether Ghost Castle is notorious for exploiting smaller noble houses and families in the region. They have a terrible reputation."
"They do?" Elayne asked, surprised.
"Indeed," Silvester sighed. "We belong to a merchant guild, so we try to avoid these political conflicts among the great houses, but it's inevitable that we might get caught in the crossfire. Though the Demon King of Death threatens us all, another war rages between the noble houses of the White Ghost Race."
