A Suspicious Invitation

Illiya nodded.

"My mentors are all good people."

Speaking of his mentors, Illiya's brows relaxed significantly, and his mood visibly improved.

Seeing the topic shift, Seoryun clearly let out a sigh of relief, his previously tense body relaxing somewhat.

"Indeed, you have excellent mentors," he quickly agreed, inwardly wishing this topic would end as soon as possible.

Thankfully, Illiya did not continue the conversation.

Seoryun shifted his gaze to the young human in a mage's robe who is standing nearby.

Since he had already spoken with the elf, he couldn't ignore this person—otherwise, it would seem suspicious, especially given that this person had once been close friends with the City Lord of Haneulseong City.

"I know you—you're Bearnard's nephew," Seoryun said with a smile. "You're also the eldest young master of the Taeharin family. Even in the royal capital, I've heard of your reputation as a genius."