"This rule was set by Velen. You know as well as I do that even Lord Anastasia can't control him."
The pressure radiating from Clinton was overwhelming, but Victoria had no other option—she could only use Velen as a shield.
"Velen?"
Clinton was momentarily stunned. He knew Velen had many eccentric and unconventional habits.
But he couldn't understand—why was Velen specifically targeting him? In his impression, Velen wasn't that kind of person.
"What right does he have to stop me from entering?"
Although his tone was still questioning, the moment he realized it was Velen's decision, his initial anger was somewhat subdued.
Velen was far too enigmatic.
And the powerful figures behind him—such as the red-haired one-eyed man—were existences beyond Clinton's comprehension.
Despite his frustration, he still had a sense of fear toward Velen.
Seeing Clinton's persistence, Victoria sighed and said seriously:
"Velen said that if you absorb the incense… you'll die."
