Meanwhile…
In a quiet, upscale district of the elven town—
Gloria finally arrived, letting out a soft sigh as she passed the final checkpoint after enduring a barrage of questions from various gate guards. The elven security was… persistent, to say the least.
Before her stood a large, well-maintained estate. Tall walls surrounded the elegant manor, and the wide courtyard within was filled with vibrant flora—a perfect blend of elven grace and human structure. The gate itself gleamed with magical runes for identification.
As she approached on her Pekko, Peanut let out a soft chirp, but the guards at the front gate immediately raised their hands.
"Stop right there."
Gloria smiled gently, reins still in hand.
One of the guards stepped forward. "Sorry, but this is the private residence of Minister Sythaeryn Carqirelle. No unauthorized personnel—"
"Yes, yes… I'm aware." Gloria dismounted calmly.
She dusted off her dress, then let out a small, theatrical sigh.
