“Right? That person.”

A woman with a white mask and a flowing orange bob whispered to her partner.

“It seems he came from Tienda.”

A man with the same mask as the woman responded in a low voice. Upon hearing this, Ivy, the woman with the mask, sighed softly.

‘How did he find this place?’

The person who got off that grand carriage earlier was undoubtedly Cassel Montra.

Although he wore a mask and dressed more modestly than usual, Ivy recognized him immediately.

Height, build, hair color, walk, the accompanying entourage, and the massive scale of the whale-like cries of his guards, everything matched.

Cautious yet reckless, that man could only be Cassel Montra.

‘Did he come all the way here because of the salt talk?’

Ivy had inquired about where Cassel sold salt in an attempt to track the distribution routes. If he heard about it, reaching here wouldn’t be impossible.

‘But why did he come in person?’

The Cassel Ivy knew considered the lower continent as dirty and impure. Moreover, moving personally, especially the greenhouse aristocrats, was highly unusual.

As Ivy watched Cassel’s back with her eyes, Dies whispered.

“If that’s really him, it wasn’t a waste to come all the way here.”

“Of course. He did well to wear a wig.”

Until Cassel disappeared into the sanctuary, Ivy observed him and then moved on.

Despite being quite surprised to meet Cassel in this unfamiliar place, and even more flustered when he stared at her so intently as soon as he got off the carriage, Ivy was confident he hadn’t recognized her.

Unlike the sloppily masked man, Ivy now looked like a completely different person.

The sound of stiletto heels echoed along with Ivy’s velvet dress swaying enticingly. The black dress she wore was simple, falling from neck to toe, accentuating her pumpkin-colored hair and fake pearl necklace.

Unlike the usual appearance of a saint candidate, it was flashy and enchanting yet somehow cheap.

Thanks to the mask she wore, it was nearly impossible for anyone with keen eyes to recognize the current Ivy.

Dies standing next to her also seemed to match with Ivy. Dressed in a suit, but with his head tilted back and a mask on, his appearance lacked neatness.

The two people wearing black clothes and white masks emitted a dangerous atmosphere.

However, they didn’t attract much attention here.

The chaotic streets around the arena were filled with much more menacing figures.

“Bringing so many guards, what a fool.”

“He must have been scared. It’s probably his first time in a place like this.”

In response to Dies’ words, Ivy laughed without much meaning.

Indeed, this arena was not a place suitable for Tienda’s aristocrats.
The Brick family, hiding the Night Clan, had renovated a partially collapsed castle deep in the ruins of the South and was using it as an arena.

The arena had been erected on the desolate wasteland only about a year ago, but the surroundings of the castle were already more bustling than a considerable downtown area. People from all walks of life flocked there, knowing there was something to gain.

Clearing away the ruins, along the makeshift main road, there were cheap inns, restaurants, blacksmiths, and apothecaries aplenty. Loan sharks and slave traders were blatantly noticeable.

Among the merchants traversing this area, half were mercenaries, and the remaining half were gamblers whose lives were staked on the arena. Therefore, the alleys were filled with the loud sounds of quarrels.

The streets formed around the arena were complex and noisy, and due to the daily sight of blood, there was a subtle madness lingering in the air.

Ivy passed through the unfamiliar yet not entirely strange scenery and entered the castle. However, it wasn’t through the front gate where Cassel had entered; instead, Ivy and Dies headed for the back gate.

There, a maid with a mask welcomed the two.

‘Hired help wearing masks too.’

Many people sought to conceal their faces and identities in this arena.

So, it wasn’t surprising to see people wearing masks scattered everywhere. However, it was somewhat unexpected to see even the maids wearing masks.

Dies handed a crumpled letter to the masked maid.

After glancing at it, the maid turned without saying anything. Then, as if signaling them to follow, she started walking.

Entering the castle, the interior was quite clean.

‘Utilizing an abandoned castle like this, not a bad idea.’

Ivy thought as she looked around the massive castle turned into an arena.

Since it was a castle, there were plenty of rooms to accommodate valuable guests, and it was also suitable for setting up arenas for martial arts or horse riding. There were even underground prisons prepared for emergencies.

Therefore, Ivy unknowingly admitted that the Brick family had quite the skill.

Although they had entered the sanctuary, the clamor remained.

Following the maid, as Ivy ascended the castle, she could see the arena through the corridor windows.