"Lord Tilan, someone wants to see you."
Under the soft gray-blue background wall, the girl was sitting with her knees up on a high-backed chair, lost in thought. She came to her senses upon hearing the voice from the communication device on the table.
"The other party claims to come from Saint Carthanas, with credentials from the cult."
"I understand, let him come in."
After a few minutes, the door of her office slid open, and two members dressed in white with silver-winged cloaks entered with a man in a dark blue robe.
He looked about 40 years old, with a mature appearance, his robe seemingly dyed with traditional craftsmanship, the fabric simple yet durable. His strength was around Sequence 7, a master figure in a faction.
"Hello." Since he was a guest, the girl didn't put on airs. She gracefully stepped off the chair, leading him to a nearby sofa. The two sat facing each other, while the two guards who had entered stood by the girl's side.
