"Hmm?" Irina suddenly stared at Mag, and then at that maiden with furrowed brows.
That maiden looked at Mag's outstretched right hand, and her expression got very agitated. She grabbed Mag's hand and immediately nodded with satisfaction. "Yes! It's this feeling!"
Mag's mouth twitched, and then he quickly asked, "What feeling?"
"The feeling of finding the organization," that maiden replied with conviction.
"Yes. Welcome back." Mag heaved a breath of relief. That's right. That's the right way to conduct a conversation.
"And, the feeling of man." That maiden revealed an impish smile.
Mag quickly retrieved his hand. He took out a Gray Temple amulet and passed it to her. He cleared his throat. "Comrade Old Sim, this is my identity amulet. I wonder if you have received the organization's notice."
