That is one of the most powerful spellcasters in the Typhon Empire, the supreme ruler of the Royal Mage Association, the chief magic consultant to the Emperor, and a figure as esteemed as a Duke, Lady Windsor Maple.
She was much more ordinary than Mary had imagined.
Mary carefully and reverently glanced at the prominent figure standing by the desk. She expected the legendary powerful mage to be a more distinctive lady—perhaps dressed in a Starry Robe, an imposing elderly dame, or maybe a stunningly beautiful woman who used spells to alter her body's age, but she was neither. Windsor Maple appeared to be just an ordinary middle-aged woman between thirty and forty. Although there was still an attractive charm in her eyes, the traces of time had already marked her face. She wore a plain purple magic robe, and her equally light purple long hair was casually tied up behind her head. She just stood there quietly, without any aura emanating from her.
