These figures were wrapped in robes from head to toe, like the assassins of old from the other world, and looked quite suspicious.

“You don’t have to be wary of us.”

Perhaps sensing their mistrust, the leader of the group added a comment.

Of course, it was far from convincing. Nobody would ever self-identify as suspicious.

“I don’t know who you are or where you’re from, but we’ve been through far too much to welcome those not even willing to show their faces.”

Julian, experienced in conducting herself in such situations, pointed out the suspicious behavior of the group and insisted they reveal their identities.

Strangely, the stranger simply offered an excuse and did not even consider removing their hoods.

“Please understand that I cannot show my face because of the circumstances.”

In contrast to their fresh, grassy scent, the stranger’s tone was surprisingly dry. Seon-Hyeok grew increasingly on alert the more they spoke.

He wondered if the figures from Astoria knew their identities, but they were likewise wary of the unrecognizable group.

Seon-Hyeok agonize...