“Brother…?” Iris von Arnan muttered in bewilderment. She had ended up calling the man enveloped in blinding light in front of her, her brother before she had realized it. “Ah.”0

However, after her thoughts settled and she took a closer look at the man in front of her, she realized that the man was a completely different person from her older brother. The man had black hair and eyes, and was handsome enough to be a work of art, to the point that she wondered if he had been blessed by the high elves as well.1

“Wh-Who are…” Iris asked in a trembling voice.1

Kim Si-Hun took her hand and helped her up while smiling faintly. “I came here after I heard the noises while I was passing by with my party members. Thank goodness I’m not too late.”0

Iris flinched. It did not seem like this man knew who she was. The man glared at the masked men.0

“Why would you attack this poor woman?” Si-Hun asked.0

“Hah, poor woman, you say?”0

“Do you have any idea who that woman is?”0

“That’s Iris von Arnan! The witch who...0