C1251 It Was Impossible for Her to be Selected

Both individuals simultaneously turned their heads toward the source of the voice.

A pale-faced, gaunt man in black had materialized on the nearby grass.

His face bore a soft smile, yet his eyes were piercingly cold, creating a dissonance with his gentle demeanor.

"Indeed, the two esteemed Holy Lands of Puidorin, Whispering Blossoms and the Academy of Wisdom