Chapter 460
Diana looked back at him, but Ian didn’t respond. He didn’t even meet her gaze.
Simple, my ass.
He took a drag from his cigarette, then closed the skill window with a swipe of his fingers. He tilted the water pouch, emptied its stale contents onto the ground, tossed the pouch into the metal storage box, and shut the lid with a clank.
It wasn’t until he pushed the box back into his pocket dimension that he realized Diana was still staring at him.
He glanced at her, briefly met her eyes, then placed the cigarette back to his lips and asked flatly, “What?”
“You can do it, right?” she asked, a hesitant smile tugging at her lips—hopeful, but fragile.
Ian didn't smile back. "Who knows? I have no idea."
"Huh?"
He exhaled smoke through his nose and shifted the cigarette between his fingers. “This is my first time trying anything like this too. And honestly, it’s not something meant to be done alone.”
"No... But..." Diana stammered, her lips moving uncertainly.
She finally tilted her head slightly and asked, "You're a white mage, aren't you? The legendary..."