The Old Hunter's face, usually calm to the point of indifference, suddenly paused for a moment but soon returned to normal.
Only his eyes revealed a peculiar expression of reminiscence, unique to the elderly.
"Hmm, yes." He mumbled indistinctly without much hesitation, "I am Henrik, Lady Maria."
Seeing Maria's dazed, somewhat unrealistic look, Henrik smiled indifferently.
Even seeing someone long dead, appearing as they did in their youth, felt unreal.
Let alone for Maria herself, who was experiencing it firsthand.
"It has been decades since the day you died; isn't it normal for me to look like this?"
"Normal..." The Female Hunter murmured softly, as if trying to convince herself, "Yes, it's very normal."
She tried to convince herself, but the feeling of unreality still clung to her.
After all, from her perspective, she had just spent that burning night with Lann and Adeline, the night that destroyed Old Yan'an.
