The Knight of Prague

Lothar removed his iron gauntlet, and a golden card wreathed in radiant light appeared at his fingertips.

"What a beautiful Gwent card!"

Baron Charles, standing guard nearby, exclaimed instinctively.

The design of the Gwent cards was entirely modeled after Yesterday's Great Ship's card system.

But no matter how exquisite the craftsmanship, even with copious amounts of gold powder used, a costly Legendary card could never compare to the genuine article.

"My lord, would you like a round of Gwent to relax?"

Seeing Baron Charles's smiling face, Lothar said sternly, "It's been so many days, and you still haven't fully mastered the power of dragon blood. You still have the mind to play cards?"

After being reprimanded, Baron Charles retreated into the group with an awkward laugh.

Chernina watched the scene with some curiosity. "My lord, is a new colleague about to arrive?"

Lothar nodded. "The Candle Knight. Have you heard of her?"

Even Chernina's usually impassive expression shifted slightly. "So it's her. Germania's foremost swordswoman. In the Extraordinary world, her reputation is no less than that of Madam Jeanne or the Lamp Goddess, Lady Nightingale."

"What else?"

Chernina shook her head. "That's all I know. The Candle Knight is a member of the Rose Knight Order, a religious Knightly Order. Strictly speaking, like Madam Jeanne, she is a nun. Her stance is naturally opposed to that of the werewolves, so she has never taken part in the knightly tournaments of Apennine."

After thinking for a moment, she added, "Madam Jeanne should know more about her. After all, they are each other's greatest rivals."

"Good. I understand."

Lothar now had some understanding of the process of summoning retainers. As far as he knew, the card's essence was merely a medium for summoning a retainer, not a seal that truly contained them.