At the moment they saw the witch, Hiris and Lipo couldn't help but hold their breath.
Was this the envoy of that lord Lipo had once seen?
Hiris was excited, opening his mouth to say something, then hesitating, unable to muster any words while his heart pounded fiercely.
In contrast, Lipo had a completely different reaction. The moment he saw the witch, his hands started trembling with fear.
Fear came so easily, once engraved, it might never fade away.
But as Lipo took a closer look, he suddenly realized something was amiss.
"Wait, that's not..."
Lipo hesitated, carefully observing the black-robed witch, confirming she was not the same envoy of the lord he had encountered before.
"What did you say, Lipo?"
Hiris turned, somewhat astonished.
Lipo paused, swallowed, and slowly said:
"That is not the witch I once saw.
I have never seen this person, I do not recognize her."
Upon hearing this, Hiris' face fell, and his heart felt as if it had been drenched in cold water.
