「Silver-White City State, City Lord's Mansion.」
The City Lord stood on the balcony, facing the sunset with his hands behind his back. The golden twilight gleamed on his coronet, making him appear noble and elegant.
Inside the room behind him was Antinoya, who had just returned from Twin Tower City.
"The children of the Holy Tree must have achieved excellent results in the blacksmithing competition, yes?" the City Lord asked.
"Er, they did okay," Antinoya replied after a moment of thought.
"What do you mean, 'okay'?" The City Lord turned around, his expressionless face easily concealing his inner emotions. "Was there no definitive result?"
"No, that's not it. The results are out."
"Then tell me the results!"
"The final round isn't over yet. The last two contestants have one more week to choose their own materials and forge a blade according to the rules to determine the champion of the first season," Antinoya explained.
The City Lord nodded. "So it's not finished."
