The voice of the tall figure had just ceased when Colin's heart suddenly stirred.
That voice... It was mysteriously familiar.
He subconsciously turned his head to look.
A curly-haired man with a refined and tranquil appearance caught his eye.
'Nois City Lord?'
Although he had never seen this face before, the familiar voice made the name suddenly emerge in Colin's heart.
"Nois Councilman."
And the greetings from Windsor and Terry beside him also confirmed his thought.
"Windsor, Terry." Nois's expression was calm as he greeted the two, showing no pretense.
He glanced around the secret chamber, pausing for a moment on the charred corpse of Yeats, then at Zehtti, with not much expression on his face.
He seemed not to care much.
"Nois Councilman, the Parra Islands are safe, and we have extremely important information to report!"
Windsor didn't bring up Yeats's death either, staring at Nois's projection above the crystal, and quickly spoke in a grave tone.
