As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.
Little Isabella, who was tugging at her father's garment and ready to make a complaint, suddenly raised her head.
Her delicate, chiseled face was filled with disbelief.
She slightly parted her lips, her eyes wide open.
She looked at her serious father, then glanced at Aster Grant, this human with a peculiar aura before her, her little head brimming with huge question marks.
What was her father saying?
Not... someone from this era?
What did that mean?
Did it mean from a very far, faraway place?
Or... from the future?
With her limited understanding, the young Isabelle couldn't fully comprehend the meaning of the statement.
But her father's unprecedented serious tone instinctively made her realize that the bad guy flicking her forehead was perhaps very, very extraordinary.
Aster Grant heard the Dragon Emperor clearly reveal his origins, though his heart was steeled, he wasn't very surprised.
