"The continent of my dear sister is probably long gone by now."
The woman who claimed to be Sylvia Windsprite stood at the balcony of her castle. It was a mighty fortress unlike all other. In fact, the castle of the other counts pale in comparison to hers. This is because the Dwarven Continent is unlike any other, with its richness on both technology and supply of advanced materials.
This is the reason why, even in the defeat of her clone, there was nothing but calmness on her face. She knew that even if the perpetrator comes, he would stand no chance against her army. Even if some kind of miracle allows him to win against her underlings, Sylvia knew that, the enemy would be too tired to fight her at that point.
