North of the royal capital, in the Northern District of the Satellite Floating City, within the Ice Legion's garrison, Zeflin suddenly opened her eyes inside a Meditation Room.
Just a second ago, she had sensed a familiar presence.
But the next second, that presence vanished again.
"Was it deliberately luring me out?"
Zeflin rose and left the Meditation Room. The vanished presence appeared again, but just as she tried to pinpoint its exact location, it immediately disappeared from her senses.
Driven by intense curiosity, Zeflin began pursuing that presence.
Before she knew it, she had arrived atop a watchtower.
Her eyes told her there was nothing there, yet she could clearly sense something ahead.
After a moment's thought, Zeflin raised her hand and condensed an icy spear, shooting it toward the western side of the watchtower.
A thin blue membrane silently appeared in the spear's path. The instant the spear struck it, it shattered into ice crystals and scattered across the ground.
Seeing the figure appear before her, Zeflin rubbed her eyes hard, hardly daring to believe what she was seeing.
"Teacher!"
Anastasia nodded slightly, acknowledging the title.
"Teacher, I missed you so much."
"So did I."
"Teacher..."
The moment she saw Anastasia, Zeflin cast aside the dignity she usually displayed as a legion commander, fully revealing the innocent and romantic side she had once possessed.
She had been separated from her teacher for seventy years. She had thought they might never have another chance to meet in this lifetime, yet now, she had seen her again.
Within the legion garrison, an Ice Legion officer leading a patrol saw the scene in the distance and stopped dead in his tracks.
The ten soldiers behind him had no time to react to the sudden halt. One after another, they crashed into