“Wait… am I seeing things? The Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order is actually in another man’s arms?”
“They say she’s ruthless, cold-blooded, but she doesn’t seem quite like the rumors.”
“Who is that guy? How could he make the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order fall for him? Is he some big shot?
The sudden turn of events sparked whispers and finger-pointing among the onlookers.
They never expected the notorious Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order to have such an innocent and adorable side. At that moment, she looked just like any ordinary woman.
If it weren’t for the several guardians of the Mystic Arts Order standing behind Abigail, they would have doubted her identity.
“Hmm?”
Abigail’s behavior startled Dustin just as much as it did the rest of the crowd. After all, he had completely changed his appearance with his disguise, looking nothing like his usual self.
He couldn’t help but wonder how Abigail had managed to recognize him at a glance.
“Sir, what’s wrong? You don’t look too thrilled to see me.” Abigail tilted her head and smiled.
“Erm… no. I’m just surprised.” Dustin’s hand instinctively reached for his face. He wanted to ensure his face-changing art remained intact, but his confusion grew deeper.
“No need to touch your face. I don’t even need eyes to know it’s you. Your smell gives you away,” she said, pointing to her nose.
She continued, “Your scent is strong. I could sniff you out from miles away. Pretty impressive, right?”
He smiled and praised, “Yes, it’s impressive. You’re even better than a dog.”
“Are you complimenting me or mocking me?” Abigail rolled her eyes.
“I’m just joking.” Dustin laughed. “So, are you here for the Combat Tournament too?”
“The tournament hosted by Sacred Wrym Summit is a big deal. So, of course, we’re here to support and scout new talent,” she said honestly.
“It’s indeed a great opportunity with many skilled participants gathered here.” He nodded in agreement.
“And what about you, sir? You’re not just here for the fame, right?” she teased with a grin.
Dustin admitted openly, “I’m here to enjoy myself but also to take care of some business for a friend.”
“Got it, lips sealed!” Abigail winked playfully.
Her astuteness made her realize that his presence at Sacred Wrym Summit had deeper motives than mere interest in the tournament. After all, he wouldn’t have used face-changing art.
“Are these your friends?” she asked, looking at Dalen and the others.
“Yes, I met them at the Sacred Wrym Summit. Let me introduce them to you.
Dustin extended his hand and introduced, “This is Dalen Shade, the heir apparent of Shadow Citadel. He’s knowledgeable in both arts and sciences and very friendly.”
“Hello, Mr. Shade,” Abigail greeted with a smile.
“Dustin, you flatter me. I’m just an ordinary man who can’t reach the highest halls of sophistication.” Dalen returned the gesture with a nod, though he was a bit surprised.
He hadn’t mentioned he was the successor of Shadow Citadel, yet Dustin had seen right through him.
Dustin continued his introductions, ” These three are elite disciples of the Sword Union, gifted with exceptional talent and extraordinary skills.
“Crystal Wesley, Miles Young, and Ruby Wesley.”
