Clara's small body trembled slightly.
She looked at Aster Grant, who resembled a ghost, with fear in her eyes, yet she forced herself to muster courage.
This ghostly brother, though somewhat terrifying in appearance.
But when she remembered that it was this ghostly brother who revived her father, her gratitude overshadowed her instinctive fear.
Therefore, even though thoughts of facing those two terrifying Demon Clan Lords made her nearly cry out in fear.
She still gathered all her strength to utter a request for guidance.
Aster Grant slowly squatted down and gently picked up the slender but brave little girl.
The little girl's body was very light, carrying the scent of mine dust and a slight chill.
"Aren't you afraid?"
Clara nodded vigorously at first, and then as if convincing herself, she shook her head hard.
"I... I believe in the Divine Envoy!"
However, Aster Grant slowly shook his head.
He leaned close to Clara's ear and spoke in a voice only she could hear:
