Mandhela listened to their conversation, growing increasingly puzzled in her heart.
From their discussion, Mandhela heard Angel’s name more than once, and recalling the voice she heard before entering this place, she was now certain that her arrival here must be related to Angel.
However, apart from this, she still knew nothing.
Moreover, this person named ‘Frode’ who was mentioned repeatedly seemed to be someone of great stature, perhaps the City Lord of Originheart City.
He should know something.
Now, it appeared she was being taken by Sheriff Tullas to see Frode, and she would surely be interrogated about her reasons for coming. How should she respond?
Mandhela seemed compliant as she followed Tullas, but thoughts raced through her mind, considering if there was any way to escape.
However, Tullas paid no mind to her gender, gripping her with such force that any sign of struggle from her would only make him grip tighter.
Within Mandhela’s frustrated expression, she was still dragged into the Sky Tower.
Every floor of the Sky Tower was crowded with people, which made Mandhela very uncomfortable, her complexion growing even more sullen.
Soon, Mandhela was dragged to the top floor of Sky Tower, and as the grand door shut, her eyes filled with despair.
In this spacious room, Frode, sitting at his desk, heard the sound at the door and looked up.
Upon looking, he was startled.
It was normal for Tullas to appear here, but why would Lyon come to this place? Moreover, hasn’t he just left the Wilderness of Dreams?
What surprised Frode the most was Mandhela being dragged by Tullas.
Although Frode had not seen Mandhela in person, Angel had described her appearance to him, and at first glance, he almost recognized her identity.
Why was Mandhela caught by Tullas and brought here?
Frode’s heart was filled with questions, but his expression remained undisturbed, and he only glanced at Mandhela briefly before settling his gaze on the others.
“Lyon,” he said, “I heard from Sir Sabel that you had just left, so why have you come back?” Because there were outsiders present, Frode did not directly mention the Wilderness of Dreams but spoke in an ambiguous manner.
“I heard some rumors about Angel and wanted to confirm them with you,” Lyon replied.
“Rumors about the lord?” Frode looked at Lyon with confusion, “What rumors?”
Lyon didn’t answer immediately but pointed to Tullas, “You might want to deal with Tullas’s matter first; my issue is not important and can wait.”
Frode’s gaze followed to Tullas naturally, also casually observing the clearly uneasy Mandhela, “Tullas, what brings you here? And, who is she?”
Tullas, who was all worked up, was about to criticize Frode for his irresponsible way of bringing people in — not even providing basic information before pulling someone into Originheart City.
But when Frode posed his question, Tullas himself was flustered: “You don’t know her? How could you not recognize her? Isn’t she the one you brought in?”
“You mean, she is a newcomer?” Frode’s brow furrowed, “I didn’t bring her here; I haven’t brought in any new residents these past few days.”
Tullas, confused, turned to Mandhela, “You weren’t brought in by Frode? Then how did you come in?”
Mandhela didn’t answer directly, instead, she said coldly, “Let me go.”
This time, Tullas did indeed let go of her hand. After all, they were in Sky Tower and there was no need to keep her restrained.
Mandhela looked at her wrist, now reddened from the grip, somewhat stunned, with both nostalgia and annoyance in her eyes. She was nostalgic because it seemed she truly had a body again, and annoyed because her wrist was so red it was almost turning black; this Tullas was truly a devil!
Tullas asked once more, “Who are you, and why have you come to Originheart City?”
Mandhela coldly responded, “I would also like to know the answer to that question.”
Mandhela’s gaze swept over the people in the room, finally settling on Frode, “Can you answer me?”
Frode also displayed an expression of “confusion,” and after a moment of thought, he said, “Besides me, only the lord and the Illusion Master can bring people to Originheart City.”
“Could it be that the lord brought you here?”
From their earlier conversation, Mandhela already knew that the ‘lord’ Frode spoke of was Angel.
It seemed her earlier speculation was correct; Angel had indeed brought her here, but what did he mean by this? Why did she have a body?
Lost in her thoughts, Mandhela ignored Frode, who had asked her a question.
Frode sighed, “Well, no matter who brought you here, since you’ve come to Originheart City, you are now a new resident of this place. By the way, what is your name?”
After snapping back to reality, Mandhela retorted, “Who are you?”
Frode smiled and didn’t mind Mandhela’s rudeness, “I’m Frode Tyson, and what about you?”
She hesitated for a moment, but still replied, “Mandhela.”
Mandhela paused, then asked, “Where is this place? I don’t want to become some new resident. I just want to leave here.”
“This is Originheart City, a city beyond the world,” Frode paused, “I don’t know why you came here, nor do I know why you want to leave. But all I can say is, those who can leave will naturally find a way to do so, and if you can’t, there’s no way I can help you.”
Mandhela was utterly confused. What did he mean by “those who can leave will naturally find a way to leave”?
But Frode could only shake his head in apology, “It’s hard to explain.”
Mandhela said, “Since you’re unwilling to say, I’ll leave the city on my own.”
“I advise you not to leave the city at will,” Frode said, “Outside the city is a prohibited zone, an untamed wilderness.”
“What do you mean?” Mandhela frowned.
“I don’t know what your status was in the outside world, whether you were ill or a dying person, but after you came here, haven’t you noticed a change in your body? This place is not like the outside world. Even if you leave the city, you’ll only ever be lost in the wilderness,” Frode explained.