"I was just chatting with my little Celeste, no need to be so angry, right?" Sylas said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't call my name in this way," Celeste said unhappily.
Veyra is not accepting his answer. His expression remained ice-cold. "Get lost."
Sylas ignored him and looked back at Celeste.
"So it seems you've already made your decision. I will be waiting for you at the entrance, my little Celeste," he said with a smile.
After saying so, he transformed back into beast form and disappeared in front of them, only leaving the fallen beastman's corpse in place.
"I said not to call me that way," she murmured to herself.
"Celeste…"
The moment Veyra called her name, a bad feeling rose instinctively within her heart.
"What did Sylas mean by his words?" he continued.
