The strangest enemies.

A few hours rather...

Looking at Alvine's back with dark and fierce eyes, Askald seemed to be more dissatisfied with his decision.

Suddenly, a feminine and familiar voice reaches his ears.

"Why did he put us aside?"

Askald glances at his sister and then shakes his head. "That's not the case." He mutters with a thoughtful air while scrutinizing around him with a sharp and piercing look.

Elena frowns at his actions. **Looking for a woman with tanned red skin? ** Instead of continuing the conversation out loud, she opted for a more secure way.

**Yeah, this woman is... In short, since you are already aware, where is she?** Askald asks without changing his expression.

"...Come with me," Elena whispers to him in a heavy voice before turning her heels and disappearing afterward.

Frowning, Askald followed his sister closely.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the first level of the basement of the castle.