Chapter 399: The Sigil Beneath the Sand
Dana’s actions left Ethan completely bewildered.
She called him her benefactor? She wanted ten Thousand Ants to gnaw the mole’s bones?
What the hell was going on?
"You... you’re a Beastmaster too?" Ethan finally blurted out after struggling with the question for far too long.
"No," Dana said, brushing the dust from her robe, her mood clearly lifted after handling the giant mole named Gorr. Her voice softened. "I’m a Spirit-Summoning Priest."
"Spirit-Summoning Priest? You deal with ghosts?" Ethan’s mind instantly conjured images of so called spiritualists back on Earth—charlatans in flowing robes, muttering incantations to invisible spirits.
"Ghosts?" Dana gave him a puzzled look, then smiled faintly. "Is that what you think this is?"
She stepped closer, brushing past him. "And now, Master Ethan, are you still going to deny it?"
"I... deny what?" he retorted stiffly, jaw tight.
He knew they must’ve figured out Gorr’s death long ago. The City Lord had remained far too calm when his men reported it—completely unconcerned.
What Ethan hadn’t expected was that Dana, this seemingly sweet and delicate girl, was actually Gorr’s biological sister. And now that he looked more closely, the resemblance was obvious—especially their shared pale complexion. Good genes, apparently.
But this wasn’t the time to confess anything. Whether she hated Gorr or not, this could all be an elaborate trap. And that mole—what was the deal with that giant mole anyway? That’s what truly bothered him.