Yuan nodded slowly as the name left Noah's lips.
"…Mr. White," he repeated inwardly, allowing the name to settle within his thoughts.
Outwardly, his expression remained calm and polite, his posture unchanged as he sat across from the masked figure. However, beneath that composed exterior, his mind had already begun working.
'White…'
The name echoed again within his head, simple and unassuming.
As the guild master, he had encountered countless individuals over the years, from low-ranking adventurers to powerful magi whose names alone carried weight across regions.
Names were not trivial in this world.
They held meaning.
Once a name reached a certain level, it spread naturally through guild networks, noble families, and whispered conversations among those who understood power.
And yet—
'White…'
There was nothing.
Not even the faintest trace of a name resembling White.
Yuan's brows furrowed ever so slightly before smoothing out again.
'Nothing at all…'
