There was no specific reason, purely Yalien's sixth sense, intuition told her, the Plague Knight was not Yeloin.
Wayne didn't understand where Yalien's confidence came from, but Yalien proposed this possibility, he had no reason to ignore it. He frowned and pondered, assuming Yalien's intuition was correct, where was the real Yeloin hiding.
As he was thinking, a mysterious fragrant breeze wafted in.
Idinis sat sideways on Wayne's lap, one hand hanging on his shoulder, and murmured: "I am not an independent entity, I am just a test tube in the gene pool, even my efforts, my understanding of darkness, have always been a replica of another life form."
As she spoke, her eyes turned red.
The headmistress was upset, came to her husband for comfort.
Wayne put aside his full of doubts, caring and said: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell me, I'll rub it, it'll get better."
"A tight chest."
"I'll rub it now."
Slap!
