"I'll leave the rest of the time to you young people."
Narros smiled and glanced at Ronan and the person beside him, then turned his back, his figure suddenly becoming distant and blurred.
Two strands of light silver thread extended from the hem of his Magic Robe, rapidly spreading along an invisible trajectory and closing into a circle behind Ronan, encompassing the two of them within.
A semi-transparent spherical barrier rose, as if Narros had specially carved out an independent small space for the two, but it also prevented Ronan from leaving.
"Should I call you Misha Tilion, or Ronan Damien?"
A young woman's soft laughter shattered the silence within the barrier, and Ronan's gaze slowly fell upon the person in front of him.
The broad Black Robe could not hide her tall and slender figure, adorned with a mask belonging to the Ghost Flower Society with black floral patterns.
