The sun had risen high, and the sunlight had shifted from the pale yellow of the early morning to the orange-yellow of noon. The clouds above the Magic Association were rolled up by the sunlight, layer upon layer, resembling a fuzzy, warm orange-yellow blanket.
The Princess had already gone up to the tenth floor alone, leaving only the guards in the lobby.
Bathed in the sunlight, the Holy Knights from the Saint Faction strode solemnly and arrogantly through the crowd, their gilded boots clinking crisply on the marble floor.
Sure enough, each member of the Saint Faction was an elite of the Church, prompting An Su to keep admiring them. He wondered how many devotion points they would be worth if sold to the Esoteric Religion.
There was room for contemplation in this matter.
An Su was still calculating business in his mind.
But to act on it, the first thing to do was to keep a low profile.
When undertaking big ventures, one must be discreet and avoid drawing attention.
