Anon sat in the carriage, his eyes covered with a magical black cloth that blocked his sight. A female Elf soldier who had tied Anon's hands sat in front of him, continuously staring at him.
Suddenly, the elf soldier raised her hand and started waving it in front of Anon. Seeing that Anon had no reaction, she stopped waving.
"Do you want me to wave back at you?" Anon asked with a smile.
"This is impossible. How can you even see me? That Miram cloth should block all of your vision. Even if you have a skill that lets you see through objects, how are you able to see through that cloth?" the girl asked with a confused expression.
"I can't. I am just sensing the heat that your body is giving off," Anon answered.
"What? H-How exactly are you doing that?" the elf girl asked with a curious and confused expression.