"I suppose I should introduce myself first. My name is Jinor Nighhardt."

"So I finally have the honor of meeting the renowned Lord Jinor. It’s a pleasure."

Jinor did not respond to my pleasantries. Instead, he went straight to the point.

"I’ve heard that you were formerly with the Brans Army before coming here."

"That’s correct."

"I’ve also heard rumors of the 'White-Haired Sorcerer' who performed a miracle at the northern fortress.

I wish to confirm—does that title refer to you?"

…Oh.

I see.

For a moment, I had been preparing for him to say something like, "You haven’t forgotten my face, have you? Do you still think Intelligence 99 is a joke?"

That possibility had me on edge.

After all, the ones responsible for sending me to this world were Serpina—the one who had executed me—and Jinor, the one who had scoffed at my underestimation of him.@@novelbin@@

Of course, since this was a different timeline, such events hadn’t actually happened here.

But wasn’t this the kind of thing that often played out as a cliché?

Since he wasn’t bringing up that conversation, I had no reason to hesitate in answering.

I nodded slowly.

"Yes. That’s how people know me."

"In that case, I have another question I must ask."

"What is it?"

"Are you truly a sorcerer?"

Jinor fixed his gaze on me, his sharp eyes boring into mine.

"Was that 'miracle' truly some form of magic?"

Hmm?

Why was he asking this?

Was my being a sorcerer important information to Jinor?

He had even convinced Yuri to keep me behind to ask this, so it had to be significant from his perspective.

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