Click!
Five minutes after I came, the door opened, and a beautiful woman in a purple dress walked in. She looked like she was going for a picnic rather than the very dangerous mission.
I am familiar with this woman, she is quite famous and has the same title as a champion. She was also the host of the championship; I had spoken to her a few times but did not know her well.
"Lord Whitman, when you informed me about a talented runesmith joining us for a mission, I did not expect it would be a Grandmaster of runes Micheal Zaar himself," She said as she gave me her dainty hand to shake.
"Lady Marla, I am not a Grandmaster of runes," I said as I shook her hand. She is Marla Clyde, the previous winner of the world championship before me and one of the youngest people with a high chance to reach the Grandmaster class.
"It is a given seeing your Inheritance and not that I am wrong with calling you a Grandmaster," she said and looked at me mysteriously.
