Michael heard the voice from behind. He slowly turned around to see a hunched-back old woman with pure white hair appear near the throne. Her hair was tied into a bun, and she wore pearl robes adorned with intricate symbols that shined in the light. The old woman climbed down the stairs without a concern in the world. When the elf and the others noticed the old woman, they immediately bowed. The old woman didn't make any gesture to acknowledge the soldiers. Instead, her gaze was locked on Michael. The soldiers knelt down as their heavy metal clanked against the marble floor.
"Ghost," The old woman addressed Michael by his name.
"So you are the ruler of this castle?" Michael asked the old woman.
"Everyone leave," The old woman raised her voice. Her voice sounded like a bell in a silent area. As soon as the soldiers heard the old woman's order, they stood up, turned around, and left the throne hall without a word, leaving Michael and the old woman behind.
