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While the otherworldly opponent was so startled that he almost soiled himself, letting out a cry of "Mommy, I don't want to die!", Camistella, without a doubt, recognized the unexpected person by his voice and wasn't scared at all.
"A thousand scrymes, Phainant!" exclaimed the lunar elf joyfully. "Even you were pulled out of Enlil by the recent events. By the way, about the 'cum'... I don't know if it's true or not, but my adoptive father claimed that the name is in honor of some spirits from the islands. Erika, this is Mr. Phainant, a famous artist from Enlil," Camistella introduced her old acquaintance. "Phainant, this is Erika, a talented and modest sorceress from the Guild of Wonders."
Erika had probably heard of Phainant before. Camistella often spoke of this interesting person in a positive light.