I Received System to Become Dragonborn Chapter 1289: Answer

Dave’s answer sounded calm on the surface, but Jane already knew he was hiding sothing.

Normally, a man like Dave would have been far better at controlling his reactions. Surviving for years as both a potion seller and an information broker in the slum district required a careful mind and steady nerves. n like him learned quickly how to bury their true feelings behind a neutral face.

But this ti he had been caught completely off guard.

Only hours earlier he had faced sothing that shook him far more deeply than he wanted to admit. Not one mysterious visitor, but three. Three individuals who had openly claid they were travelers from another world.

Even rembering the pressure they carried still made his chest feel tight.

And now, before he had even recovered from that encounter, a strange woman had entered his shop and asked the exact question he feared most.

Of course his reaction slipped.

Dave forced himself to take a slow breath.

He wiped one hand against his apron and tried to steady his voice.

"I told you again since you don’t seem convinced," he said again, attempting to sound casual. "Nobody has visited except you."

He leaned back slightly and rubbed his temple as if tired.

"If you don’t have anything else to ask, you should go. I’m not feeling well today. I think I’m getting sick."

The excuse sounded reasonable enough.

But Jane did not move.

She simply sat there, watching him.

Her face remained calm and expressionless, yet her eyes had already changed. A faint sharpness now glead within them.

Dave felt it imdiately.

The woman in front of him no longer looked like a polite rchant asking questions.

Jane had already fixed her attention on him completely.

She knew.

Maybe not everything yet. But she knew sothing had happened here.

"Are you sure?" Jane asked quietly. The tone in her voice had changed.

It was no longer the soft, friendly tone of a trader making conversation. It carried a sharper tone now that sounded unmistakably like an interrogation.

Dave noticed the difference instantly.

His eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?" he asked carefully.

Jane looked at him for a mont longer.

Then she smiled.

The smile was polite, but it no longer felt casual.

"You might be surprised to hear this," she said calmly. "But I work for the Archmage."

Dave froze. The shock hit him so suddenly that he could not hide it at all. His eyes widened and his shoulders stiffened.

He knew exactly what that ant.

People who worked directly under the Archmage were never ordinary knights or common mages. Those were public forces.

But the woman in front of him was sothing else.

She belonged to the hidden side of the Archmage’s authority.

The secret unit that carried out investigations from the archmage that the city was never ant to see.

Jane noticed the realization spreading across Dave’s face.

Her smile widened slightly.

"Now," she continued calmly, "why don’t you tell who visited your shop recently?"

She tapped lightly on the wooden table.

"I already know that there is abnormal Magic residue in this place."

Dave’s mind raced.

For a few seconds he considered whether he could still lie.

But the idea collapsed almost imdiately.

If this woman truly worked under the Archmage, then she likely had thods far worse than simple questioning.

Even if he refused to speak, she might still extract the truth from his corpse after she killed him.

Dave sighed helplessly.

His shoulders slumped slightly.

"...Alright," he said at last. "I’ll tell you."

Jane leaned back slightly but kept her eyes fixed on him.

Dave rubbed his beard nervously.

"Earlier today," he said slowly, "three travelers ca here."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"They didn’t hide it either."

Dave lifted his eyes and looked directly at her.

"They told themselves. They said they ca from another world."

Jane did not react imdiately after hearing those words.

For a while, silence settled inside the small potion shop.

Even soone as disciplined as her could not completely avoid the shock that rose inside her chest.

Travelers from another world.

The possibility had already been suggested by Archmage Velrion, but hearing confirmation from soone who had actually spoken to them made the situation feel far more real.

Jane’s training showed its value at that mont.

Her face remained calm. Her posture did not change. No visible reaction escaped her.

But inside her mind, unease spread quickly.

"The Archmage’s instinct was correct..."

A faint chill ran through her thoughts.

"There really are travelers from another world."

Questions began forming imdiately.

"Is this the beginning of sothing larger? Could this be the kind of event that destabilizes the balance that we’ve been keeping until now? does it have sothing to do with the Sky Anchor?"

The Sky Anchor was not sothing spoken about lightly even among high-ranking Mages. If disturbances between worlds that had been prophesied secretly had begun appearing, it might signal changes in the deeper structure.

Jane forced those thoughts aside. Speculation would not help her now.

She needed information first.

Her focus returned fully to Dave.

"How did they look?" she asked calmly.

Dave scratched his beard and frowned slightly as he tried to rember.

"That’s the strange part," he muttered.

He closed his eyes for a mont, trying to recall the details of the eting earlier that day.

But the images refused to form clearly.

"I... can’t really rember," he admitted slowly.

Jane’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"You spoke with them directly," she said. "But you cannot recall their appearance?"

Dave looked frustrated.

"I know it sounds strange," he said, rubbing his temple. "But when I try to rember their faces... it’s like my mind just slides past it."

Jane understood imdiately.

"Concealnt Magic."

Not the simple kind used by petty thieves or spies.nThis was sothing far stronger.

A passive concealnt effect that interfered with mory.

Anyone without strong Magical resistance would find their recollection blurred or erased completely.

She studied Dave carefully.

He looked genuinely confused rather than deceptive.

At this point there was no reason for him to lie anymore anyway.

Jane concluded that he was telling the truth.

Which ant she had already extracted all the useful information he could provide.

She stood from the chair.

"Thank you," she said calmly.

Dave looked up at her in slight surprise.

Jane walked toward the door before pausing.

"One more thing," she added without turning back. "You should not speak about this eting to anyone else."

Dave nodded quickly.

"Of course," he said. "I don’t want trouble."

Jane opened the door. The small bell above it rang again.

She stepped out into the slum street and disappeared back into the moving crowd of people.

Inside the shop, Dave remained there for several seconds.

Then he slowly exhaled. A long breath of relief escaped him.

"That was close," he muttered to himself.

He leaned against the chair and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The tension finally began to leave his body.

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