When they gradually approached and finally stopped at a wide junction of the pipes in front of Jeming, Jeming finally saw their figures clearly.
They were also shrouded in various disguises, but the unique witchcraft resonance emanating from their bodies indicated that they had no intention of hiding anymore.
He no longer concealed himself, slowly stepping out from the shadows, his footsteps particularly clear in the silent sewer.
The four figures, who were still somewhat cautious of each other, paused in unison upon hearing his footsteps, then turned around abruptly.
"Although I guessed that there were quite a few wizards in the royal capital, it's truly impressive that all of you managed to infiltrate such high positions. Should I say, as expected of geniuses?"
Jeming stepped forward slowly, breaking the silence among them: "We don't have much time, so since you all are hesitant, let me, an unknown nobody, start..."
"You are no mere nobody."
