"Knowing full well that you're no match for me, yet you still resist? Isn't that foolish?" The Gray Sword Saint grasped the sword hilt in his right hand, resting the giant sword on his shoulder, and looked at Brand, saying.
Otarais smiled slightly, "Though Your Excellency's swordsmanship is supreme, you lack foresight."
The change in Brand's tone momentarily startled Mephisto, but this suspicion, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a lake, was fleeting. "Even so, do you still claim you're not Cruz people?"
"Whether I am or not will soon be clear."
"What, planning to escape?" Mephisto glanced at him.
Otarais — Brand gave a slight smile. "Antitina." She spoke softly to the one behind her, her voice as thin as a hair.
"Mm."
"Travel north along this valley. Wait for me at the Holy White Stone."
"Holy White Stone?"
"You'll recognize it by the white stone."
