The silent glare of the villagers was very oppressive to Mut.
Because he knew his life and fortune depended entirely on the villagers.
In this village, he was the village elder. Outside the village, or if the villagers didn't recognize him, he was just a useless old man.
Reputation and prestige are precious and fragile things that he cannot afford to lose.
But at the same time... should he really say it?
The village elder's eyes wavered, mixed with panic and hesitation.
This kind of intimidation brought about by Lann's speaking skills stretched his nerves to the breaking point.
Before re-entering the village, Lann wrapped himself in the cloak he had shed in battle once again.
Now, he felt it was the right time.
Yakxi Rune.
The pale white magical glow bloomed on Lann's left hand, but because his left hand was covered by the cloak, no one noticed the light in the current agitated state.
