C248 The Disobedience of the Evil God's Heir to the New World(3)

It's late at night.

A Faceless was walking back and forth on the balcony of the second floor of Annie Castle. She was patrolling, and her long white hair was fluttering in the howling night wind.

The current Faceless did not seem to like wearing helmets. At least, the Faceless Fann Helsing had seen during this period of time had white hair like a waterfall. Without the Faceless