The Royal Family was sparkling in the ballroom. Their gleaming appearance was outstanding.
All three of them wore clothes with the color of red and golden – the color of the royal family.
Veronica was breathless when she saw them shining in the crowd.
'It's a good thing I've worn something similar to them. If my appearance was any dimmer than theirs, the Magic Tower would become a laughingstock. I have to thank Zinnia for that,' she thought.
She realized that as the Mistress of the Magic Tower, she represented the tower. Whatever she would do, it would reflect on the tower.
The moment she agreed to stay with Arthur as the Mistress of the Magic Tower, her life was sealed with the tower.
That's why she had to hold her head high and act on behalf of the tower. Her personal feelings were unnecessary when she dealt with foes.
If she had a foe, it was the enemy of the tower. If she had a friend, it would be the friend of the tower.
