The Hero widened his eyes, momentarily speechless and stunned, as two almost identical pairs of emerald green pupils gazed into each other.
[Hero's Understanding]
D70+50=d70(45)+50=95
The two girls, both similar yet distinct, looked at each other for a long time, seemingly having a multitude of things to confide to one another, yet not knowing where to begin.
Suddenly, from being an outsider spectator, he turned into a performer on the stage. The Hero's expression was uneasy, standing stiffly on the spot, occasionally glancing at the Ancestor standing beside him, who was slightly shorter in stature.
"I feel like your gaze is quite disrespectful," the Ancestor frowned with a serious expression, "Does the current Kingdom no longer practice ancestor worship? Have the noble traditions been entirely lost?"
"No, it's not like that." The Hero snapped back to attention and quickly apologized.
