Mistra, floating city.
in the secret chamber of the round table in the supreme council of the hall of truth.
The president of the wizard Association, oz, lowered his head and was deep in thought.
He already knew what had happened outside Zhenyu city.
And the mage he had sent to take over, zhongxia, happened to be nearby.
Wang Ningwei sat silently at the other end of the Round Table. She looked at the distant teacup that was smoking and didn't say anything.
She had been waiting here ever since she was notified to come.
She had never lacked patience.
Wang Ningwei was the outstanding representative of the wizard players in the floating city.
In addition, she was cute and moving, so it could be said that she had always been a figure on the bright line and had a popularity of her own.
However, even she had only been to the hall of truth, the highest authority in the Association, a few times.
