"Oh... it's a white race." The man held his chin with his hand, looking uninterested. "Is it useful?"
"Lord Rivat, he's a friend of the enchantress." Dressed in his robes, his face was completely covered, but there was no way to hide the fact that he was Learnos.
"Friend? As a member of the Dark Clan, you want to make friends with the white race?"
"Ah! Rorte, the friendship between humans is quite interesting!" A seven-year-old little girl sitting next to Rorte spoke in a mature voice.
"Don't take your evil taste to heart, old witch." Rot clearly disdained the other party's words.
With a flash of sword light, the little girl placed a paper fan under Lotte's neck. The speed was so fast that Lotte himself couldn't react in time.
"You're so rude. I have a name." The little girl blinked
