She looked to be in her early twenties, with skin so fair it was almost translucent. Her long, golden hair was tied back with a silver ribbon, and she exuded a gentle, pure aura of light.
A member of the Silver Ring.
The Witch also saw Ian. She faltered for a moment, then gave a polite nod and turned to go downstairs.
Ian watched her leave, his gaze hardening.
'The Silver Ring… the most powerful Wizard Organization on the Anoroya Continent.'
'Why would one of their members be staying in an ordinary inn like this?'
"Who cares?" Gaga patted his face with a wing.
"Let's rest first. I'm hungry!"
Ian shook his head, put the matter out of his mind, and walked up to the third floor.
The room was just as the Elder Wizard had said—very quiet, with a window that faced the sea beyond the harbor, offering an expansive view.
Ian set down his simple luggage and walked to the window.
Outside the window, the gray-blue sea stretched to the horizon.
