The door was locked with a clicking sound, but Cleven remained quiet. He simply stared into space.
“I… don’t remember…” Cleven muttered for the first time since he had his medicine. His voice was a different from when he was yelling at Ian earlier, calling him an assassin. His voice seemed much more mature.
“Who… am I?”
Nobody would be able to hear his question.
The moment the question slipped from his mouth, a man’s soft voice answered in reply.
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“I’m wondering that, too.”
At the same time, a body slowly appeared out of thin air.
“Who are you, that you are capable of handling Artifacts?”