But before a few serious words were spoken, the voice in the mist revealed the nature of a jester:
"Quick, quick, quick, I want to see! It must be sincere, it must be wholehearted, it must be..."
"Poof!"
A pitch-black and menacing spear-like light shot through the mist at lightning speed, piercing the mastermind hiding behind the scenes and pinning them firmly to the stone wall on one side.
Divine power shook, and the mist dissipated.
The elf knights Bagster and Bawansi, who had disappeared before, were now lying on the ground, each hugging a stone, fast asleep.
Perhaps due to a nightmare, the two had furrowed brows and occasionally mumbled incoherently in their sleep.
Morgan let out a sigh of relief, turned her head to look at the white-haired jerky hanging on the mountain wall, her eyes full of grimness:
"As expected, it's you, Vivian!"
Meanwhile, the white-haired Lake Fairy on the stone wall showed an embarrassed and guilty smile:
