Purgatory Plane border, Lingbo City, the deep palace underground.
Camellia was seated on the Obsidian Throne, boredly propping her cheek with one hand, her wine-red hair cascading from her shoulders, appearing languid, elegant, and mysterious.
"Your Majesty, 'Miss White' has arrived," called Marquina's voice from outside the hall.
"Let her in," said Camellia indifferently.
After a moment, Sigrdrifa entered from outside.
She was clad in a thick brown leather robe, her white hair draped over her shoulders, her long legs tightly enveloped in leather pants, highlighting a kind of wild, healthy charm.
Sigrdrifa pulled up a chair next to Camellia, let out a long sigh, and asked,
"Do you have any wine?"
"Here." Camellia, as if performing magic, produced a wine jug from under the table.
Grabbing the wine jug, Sigrdrifa took a deep gulp and burped with satisfaction, then asked,
"How did it go talking with Miel?"
