"What is it?" Princess Isabella got more curious.
Davis looked at her face and kept staring at her for a while before he reached out his hand towards the empty air. A projection appeared in mid-air and what appeared in that projection made Princess Isabella blink in confusion.
A woman dressed in a red upper robe and lower white garment stood at the seventeenth-floor's entrance as she curled her blonde hair with a frown on her face. She moved her lips and spoke with a masked man dressed in a purple-black robe.
"This... She is... Nora Alstreim? The Young Mistress? What is she doing here taking with Log-, your father?"
"Oh... She is here for a revenge match?" Princess Isabella smiled as she felt like she understood.
However, Davis shook his head, "Just keep watching the projection...
"Davis, if you don't know, know that I don't like to be kept in suspense..." Princess Isabella warned with wide eyes that sparkled in a teasing light.
