Inside the lone mansion of Eshu County.
"Where did you acquire it?" It was a straightforward query by the Golden Crown's de facto master.
Outside of the balcony, two carts of cosmic-colored Soulshards were being guarded by dozens of mercenaries and the territory's very own security—with tension being palpable from both sides.
Standing by Ravelle's side was Sohkran, one of her trusted men who seemed to worship her as his goddess. On the other hand, standing by the side of the figure at the heart of the matter at this moment was—Yena.
Meanwhile, the Infinitum Magic Tower Master's only disciple was outside the balcony, leaning on it as her amethyst eyes were glued upon the same product that Ravelle had come here for.
"Is it that important? You know, isn't it a bit rude for a surprise visit?" I had to act as though I didn't know that she was coming. After all, that would immediately spell that I was aware of her spy's identity since the beginning.
