"Where is this?"
Losa held his head, fighting the intense dizziness as he examined his surroundings.
The teleportation process felt like being thrown into a washing machine on full power. He even felt a strong urge to bend over and vomit.
Anna calmly supported the staggering Eve and answered, "The Western Suburbs of Constantinople."
"Just how many teleportation arrays do you have here?"
Losa felt it was somewhat outrageous.
The inheritance left to Anna by the ancestor wizard who presided over the construction of the Empire Library was certainly abundant.
"Perhaps fewer than you imagine."
Anna clearly had no interest in showing off, identified the direction, and said, "Follow me. Eve, are you feeling better? If you are, cast the Light Body Technique on Losa and me."
The disheveled witch murmured an "Um," still not daring to meet anyone's gaze, her eyes timidly peering through tangled strands of hair at Losa as she began to chant a spell with a voice as soft as a mosquito.
