The house never did see a steam train burst forth.
What emerged was a tall woman with fair skin, blue pupils, and long blue curly hair, exuding an air of cold indifference.
Even clad in silver armor, it could not suppress her devil-like figure.
In an instant, the gaze of over twenty people in the hall gathered upon her.
The beloved protégé of Count Ramore, a Steam Knight with immense Transcendent Talent and who had completed the Steam Upgrade—Hilor!
She was also Carlos's sister.
Feeling something, Hilor looked towards a corner of the crowd.
There stood an ordinary-looking young Wizard.
Sixteen years old!
Wizard!
Low level!
Seemingly ordinary and frail!
Ruthless!
A series of words sprang to mind in Hilor's thoughts.
Add to that the fact that Carlos, who was normally fearless, looked unusually docile in front of this young Wizard.
The image in her memory gradually overlaid with the youth before her.
"Although I don't know how he got in,"
"indeed, as Carlos said,"
