Several chandeliers hung high from the ceiling, and beneath, on the side of the museum, long wooden tables and sofas of various shapes where tastefully arranged. A bronze candlestick sat on a table, its candle flickering, spreading a charming fragrance.
Sigrid continued to fix her gaze on Lanci, her exquisite looks embodying a soul that was unrestrained and wild.
"Before I agree, let me confirm a few things."
Lanci finally answered.
"Go on."
Sigrid's voice remained indifferent.
She did not tolerate refusals from people, but she was willing to answer questions from a potential subordinate.
"Are you asking me to be your strategist?"
Lanci considered that it might not be too bad to join the Hegemony Branch.
