A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,Mingming, the old sprite, was walking ahead of him, but the elder's voice, which had softened considerably, rang precisely in his ear: "But what has been promised to others must be kept. When an appointment is made, it should be kept at that time. Neither early nor late. Yes, perhaps the consequences of breaking rules in school are not so severe, but there are no Lion-Gryphon Knights patrolling the streets in school, nor lawyers armed with knights who check the tax accounts of companies on a regular basis - there's no inspector like you who can directly arrest suspicious individuals.",That pallid, weak face had no color. The youthful appearance, barely seventeen or eighteen, possessed a beauty entirely different from Professor Moriarty's.。