Polina was startled and immediately drew the dagger from her calf, looking at the newcomer—her gaze fell on the boy with white hair outside the pipe.
"...Narta."
Her tone was indifferent:
"You still have the nerve to show up here."
The boy she had personally saved, Narta, stood before her, at a loss for words.
"...I've seen everything, these eyes have been revealing the truth from the very start."
Runes in silver shimmered in Narta's eyes, he pursed his lips and said:
"If I had just died... Xiven and Evelyn wouldn't have to die, and everything wouldn't have become like this. It's all my fault."
"...Xiven is dead, what use is there in saying this now?"
Polina raised her dagger, let out a bitter laugh, unhooked her waist pouch, and waved it in front of him:
"After all that's happened, you're showing up in front of me just for this, aren't you?"
"No! Polina, I don't care about the Elite Elijah at all, there's a problem with this place! I wanted to tell you that!"
