Hvítreiðr, Conquest Tower.
A young girl and a werewolf, standing about 1.80 meters tall, were discussing the intricacies of magic. Though young, the girl was not short either—there was only a five-centimeter difference between their heights.
Moreover, she possessed a strong physique, even more robust than what was typical for women in the north. The exposed parts of her arms, visible beneath the enchanted beast-hide outfit she wore, were a perfect blend of grace and strength. With her golden hair, well-proportioned face, and blue eyes, she embodied the characteristic beauty of the north.
"Master, I've never seen the spell formula you described in the library you opened for Hvítreiðr's mages," the young girl murmured in confusion. "It's so deep and… almost otherworldly."
