"Haco, you know people from the Holy Kingdom will arrive half a month from now, right?" Iris stared at the sorcerer. Maybe this was because of all the things that happened in the past few weeks, which tired the sorcerer, but he looked like he had lost a few years of life, he looked so old and a little fragile. "They will kill us both if the word reaches their ears. More so, how can you explain the current Serafim's existence?"
