Sir Gelland's stone face only grew colder. He wanted nothing more than to teach Zarek another lesson, but he couldn't get close even if he wanted to. It wasn't just about being scared, but in this world where they were catching magic users left and right—many of whom hadn't even been properly confirmed—even the appearance of impropriety was too much. So he preferred to avoid that at all costs.
Luckily, or maybe unluckily for him, the sound of footsteps rushing back caught his attention.
Two beauties raced into the room soon afterward: one, the business-like woman Zarek had come to know, and the other more like a delicate blooming flower who seemed to brighten the room the moment she stepped in.
One would think that the former was the elder sister and the latter the younger, but it was the exact opposite.
Zarek knew her the moment he saw her. Princess Sona. A pillar of this Dream Godsfall Tear.
