In the middle of a lengthy hallway in a manor submerged by a turbulent storm, a dark-suited white-haired lady stood before a wrinkly-coated man. One was a dragon, and the other was a practitioner of magicraft.
"I thought that the viceroy was overreacting when he spoke about your existence in his territory. It seems that I was wrong. You really are lodged in this sea."
He squinted his eyes, observing every move of the dragoness in front of him. It was too dangerous to lower his guard as she might attack and kill him.
This was a battle to the death, and he must treat it as such.
"I have to warn others about you," The Master Magus continued and was about to send a transmission spell headed to the Frontier. But before he could do so, Laplace instantly appeared beside him.
