Sylvia walked into a palace that was several times bigger and majestic than the King's castle back in Kalindor.
And unlike that castle, this one barely had any guards. Only a grand and ornate empty entrance welcomed the two of them.
Sylvia looked around, her cold eyes wandering the empty hallways, the marble floors, and the golden pillars which were studded with strange amber gems.
"There are no guards here." Roman muttered as if he read her thoughts.
"We are not like those vain humans. Our royal family needs no guards. There is simply no one strong enough to overthrow them."
"I mean we do have an army, but they are scattered throughout the wilderness, rather than hanging around the palace like decorative sculptures."
His boots clicked on the floor next to Sylvia, making loud noises, unlike her bare legs that softly padded along.
As they walked further in, they halted in front of a huge hall.
