"How is it? Norma Tobias?"
In a magnificent tent, a devilishly handsome young man sat high on the throne, sizing up the beauty in front of him with interest.
Norma Tobias, who was supposed to be his master, lowered her eyes and stood beside him, feeling a little unwilling.
"Without my father's orders, I can not command the proud Army of magisters."
"Use your wisdom, girl."
The devilish young man pointed at his temple, and the corners of his mouth raised into a devilish smile.
"You're the Supreme Commander of the battle zone. I believe they'll compromise if you threaten them with military law."
but after the temporary compromise, it was an intense revenge. I offended the Army of mages, and my throne ...
"No, after you gain control of the [ false divinity ] and the [ primitive arcane well ], those magisters will only try to please you, and your throne will be even more stable!"
