In a magic tower in Salyvaor, the capital of the Kingdom of Brianne.
The ending song of Allyn's Past Week was still lingering in the room, however, it was suddenly cut off by a hand that turned off the radio. The slender-figured archmage Lauren had a sneering look on his face, and even his little mustache was showing his scorn. "What a good student of Neeshka. Lark doesn't even want to hide her inclination."
For a sorcerer like him, knowing who was hiding behind 'Lark' was just a piece of cake.
Lauren was standing in his study, which was decorated with dark red curtains and soft crystal lights, and looking at his students in front of the desk.
