Davis remained dumbfounded, his expression looking incredulous for three whole seconds.
The tone of this woman was so casual as though she did something trivial, causing him to press doubt in his mind, but her body language appeared confident and aloof, so he estimated that she wasn't lying.
The two contradictory thoughts made him freeze before he reclaimed himself, giving her a good look.
The black robe of this woman looked really dull, as though she were a poor assassin who couldn't afford a better outfit. With her facial features hidden behind the faceless mask, he couldn't see her face but her presence felt light, almost absent, as though she was a ghost, yet the air around her coiled as though she repulsed it.
"Really?" He asked solemnly, "Which Venerable Knight is it?"
The First Dark Apostle got into her seat, "Venerable Knight Damien. The one with the heavenly water-attributed physique…"
"Damien…"
Davis's brows widened.
