"Me?"
Gerenz Nuha's voice was deep and ancient, reminiscent of the sound of vibrating wing membranes: "Of course… I've come to witness all of this. That's all."
"Witness?"
Annan chuckled.
He turned around and looked up at Gerenz Nuha.
The man was incredibly old.
His hair and beard were snow-white—not the pure, icy white of Annan and Maria after awakening Winter's Heart, which carried a frigid and tundra-like aura. Instead, it was the fine white hair of old age, so delicate that one could faintly see the scalp through the roots.
He wore a white double-breasted trench coat and held nothing in his hands. His aged figure remained upright, and his thin white hair danced lightly in the wind, evoking the image of an old general.
Gerenz Nuha bore only a superficial resemblance to Grand Duke Ivan—perhaps five or six parts similar at most.
