The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage

Silvanor didn’t look entirely unhappy.

There was some relief in his expression, but at the same time, there was an unmistakable trace of sorrow.

Yet, no matter what emotions swirled within him, his gratitude toward Seong was genuine.

Kneeling on one knee, head bowed, Silvanor paid his respects.

For a moment, Seong wondered if he had simply misread the situation.

He could guess what Silvanor was feeling.

Normally, Seong would have just read Silvanor’s memories to figure it out.

But since parts of those memories were blocked, he simply asked instead.

"Do you know any knights in Sisvaldt? Or at least, do you have any connections?"

Silvanor hesitated before shaking his head.

"Too much time has passed since I was active. I fear I would be of little help."

"Hmm. That makes sense."