Didian?
Lady Didian of the 'Lotus Leaf Hotel'?
Longbain turned curiously.
He had long heard of this Lady Didian.
As the head of the Cloak Society in South Los, he knew that she was Garcia's beloved—Garcia hadn't spelled it out, but how could Longbain not recognize it from the way Garcia mentioned the name "Didian" with that expression and look in his eyes, unless he were blind?
Her burgundy hair, like flames under the night sky, enhanced her lovely mature face, making it all the more charming, and her agile figure moved with such lightness and grace, making not even a tiny bit of sound.
But in the next moment, Longbain's gaze was drawn to the shadows behind Didian.
A tall figure blocked the cold night wind.
His eyes, stern with vigilance, swept across the surroundings.
Most importantly...
The aura of the Mystic Side!
Longbain instantly confirmed it.
Immediately, the gaze of the Cloak Society's head in South Los softened.
