Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting onto the deep red carpeted floor of the conference hall, with a faint scent of parchment floating in the air.
The door creaked open.
In walked an elderly woman with silver hair flowing to her shoulders, dressed in a cloak trimmed with purple and gold, her figure small and thin.
She looked just like a kind grandmother, always ready to pull candies from her bosom for her grandchild.
But when she lifted her head, her gaze was as serene as ice and snow, seemingly able to see through to the depths of a person's heart in an instant.
This was Flora Holden, one of the prominent Grand Mages from the Mage Forest, and today she was here on behalf of the Mage Forest to negotiate with Louis.
Louis, seated in the main position, slightly straightened his body.
He deliberately maintained a demeanor of a "calm and steady young Lord," his gaze serene, showcasing just the right amount of the aloofness of a ruler.
