No matter how much the two women in the back garden wanted to say, the banquet had to end. After Astrid and Lyra finished another topic of conversation, the head maid timely stepped forward to remind them that it was already late, and they should return to the mansion to rest.
Hearing Elise speak up, Astrid nodded, put back on the delicate stiletto heel that had just fallen to the ground, tied the ankle strap behind her heel, and stood firmly upright.
Lyra also returned the immaculate Sword of Light into her fingernail, gently tugged at the top of her white stockings, smoothed the creases around her ankles, and had just finished adjusting her skirt when she heard Astrid asking Elise.
"Is Amalia still negotiating with the city lord about the magi-airship trade cooperation?"
She remembered that before leaving, Lord Losterling had already talked about the topic of development with Amalia, waiting only for her response.
Upon hearing this, Elise shook her head, her tone calm.
