Lynch stepped aside to let Cicy enter the cabin, and he closely followed behind. The Brass Dragon sniffed the air ahead, easily finding the room where Soka and the others were.
Zilvra and Van Dijk looked at the "young man" who entered with surprise. His fair face matched his tawny hair, dressed in loose sky-blue cloth, and wore pointed black soft boots. A brand new three-stringed harp was casually held at his side, while his other hand stroked his upward-curling mustache.
"My name is Cicy. Good morning, everyone, today's sun is indeed a bit..."
Lynch's Powerful Wand made a heavy knocking sound on the wooden cabin floor, the echoes reverberating in everyone's ears. Cicy thought for a moment and stopped his habitual self-introduction, turning his gaze to the little girl lying on the bed.
"Celestial creature?" The Brass Dragon sniffed just once and understood Soka's identity. He glanced back at Lynch: "How did you summon her to this world?"
