I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

"Yes. It is an honor, Agent of the Saint." The count replied with a brightened expression, bowing his head slightly.

Turning, Ian sent Thesaya a look that told her to restrain herself and began walking.

"It seems you had a reason to hold your tongue, Priest." Nasser leaned casually against the driver’s seat while Miguel looked somewhat troubled.

Lily, as if completely uninterested in the situation, was staring up at the sky.

Is she still seeing something?

Ian’s eyes narrowed faintly as he glanced at her, though only for a moment.

Clink—

Mev stepped out of the carriage, now wearing her helmet. Holding the door with one hand, she turned toward Ian.

"Your Grace." Her respectful voice made it clear she was aware of the count behind him.