"Come now, girl. As you're now under my protection, familiarize yourself with your role in our circle. Start by guiding us to some of the city's renowned dressmakers," our op mc commanded, expecting a lot from someone of Fairy Lysandra's stature.
"Father?" Lysandra called out again, but her father was nowhere in sight. Amidst the chaos of figures scrambling for the immortal stones, a game to amass riches swiftly unfolded.
Yet, despite the frenzied pursuit, a father's heart wouldn't completely abandon his daughter in distress.
"I'm as clueless as you are, my dear daughter. This was a direct order from my teacher. I have absolute faith in him; he wouldn't act in a way that could harm us. Be strong, my child," Lysandra's father uttered, a sense of unease evident in his tone.
Despite his own inner turmoil caused by the unexpected turn of events, his unwavering trust in his mentor compelled him to remain steadfast.
