Within the Black Magic Society's stronghold in Sava City, dim yellow light fell upon the hard stone walls.
Candice stood before the office window, holding a yellowed letter in her hand.
Outside, the night was deep. The city lights still flickered, and now and then came the lonely sound of carriage wheels scraping against the flagstone streets.
Her gaze seemed to pass through the view beyond the window as though she were pondering something.
Just then, a soft knock came from the door, breaking the silence in the room.
"Come in," Candice said softly, without taking her eyes off the window.
The door slowly opened, and a stern-faced nobleman dressed in lavish clothes entered the room.
A trace of displeasure hung on his face. Clearly, he was not in a good mood.
Fine silver thread was embroidered into his exquisite black robe, reflecting a faint glimmer.
His long face was exceptionally gaunt, and his sharp eyes revealed that he was one of the noble representatives in the Northern Council most vehemently opposed to Ang.
"President Candice, you already reported our previous request, didn't you?" the nobleman asked in a low, urgent voice.
Candice turned around, her gaze calm. "I reported your request the moment I received it. You may rest assured."
A flash of displeasure crossed the nobleman's eyes. Looking at Candice, he stressed his words. "But it has already been a week. Why is there still no news?"
"You should understand that you wish to hire a Legend. Such a request cannot be fulfilled so casually," Candice replied gravely, her voice carrying a trace of undisguised helplessness.
The nobleman fell silent, his expression growing complicated.
He discreetly swept his gaze around the room before slowly saying, "Your Black Magic Society is far too slow." An indescribable pressure laced his