The next day at noon the representatives once more gathered in the same secluded chamber, but this time they were joined by the renowned headmistress of Imperium Academy, Margaret Corbin.
The woman made her entrance with an aura of effortless grace and charm. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, catching the light and shimmering with an ethereal glow, and her bright pink eyes reminded Dea of Amare, but the fake smile from before was nowhere to be seen, instead, she looked every bit like her station deserved. She wore robes of rich, vibrant colors that seemed to shift and change with every step, imbued with a hint of magic. She looked to be in her early 40ies, but everyone knew that to be incorrect, after all, Margret Corbin had been the headmistress of the Imperium Academy for 115 years already.
