"I've spoken to my parents. These people here are our trusted medical teams; not a word of your presence here would be leaked, and our mansion is a few kilometers away from the city, so you can remove your mask," Isolde said softly.
It had been so long since he heard her voice. He had imagined what it would sound like to hear it again, but none of those imaginations had ever carried this feeling.
With this thought, Godfrey slowly removed the golden mask and saw Isolde smile, yet what she said made his heart leap.
"My parents are waiting." Isolde spoke nonchalantly, as if she wasn't referring to the current heads of the strongest family in this region.
A family that had ownership of several dungeons, earning from large conglomerates and guilds that bought beast parts to make armour, weapons, and new dungeon-beast tech such as bullets, vehicles, aircrafts, and even buildings.
