Inside the royal castle of the Odora Kingdom, most of the many ancient rooms that had once been brightly lit had now fallen dark. Only the windows of a small side hall still flickered with faint pale-green fluorescence.
Yet in the deep darkness of night, that tiny glimmer did not lend the ancient structure any palatial magnificence. Instead, the exceedingly dim magical lights cast a trace of ominous chill over the originally luxurious and dignified royal palace.
Clearly, although this castle in the heart of the royal capital was theoretically the inherent property of Odora's royal family, its true residents were no longer those extravagant, pleasure-seeking nobles.
In fact, the powerful professional currently staying in that gloomy hall was the Legendary Mage "Plague Box," Keishanoa, who had just driven away the King of Odora and his subjects and claimed their castle for herself. Her reason for occupying it... was to treat the wounds of the Legendary Warlock "Thunderstorm," who had come seeking refuge with her.
There was no helping it. Anger was anger, and headaches were headaches, but there was no way the unlucky young mage could simply watch one of her "teammates" die right in front of her.
After all, His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne of the Silent Alliance had explicitly required that all members of the Silent Alliance refrain from internal conflict, refrain from plotting against one another, and refrain from standing by while others died. Thus, Keishanoa had chosen to help the gravely wounded Diteben not because she possessed any damned kindness or humanitarian spirit, but because she feared she would have no explanation when she faced the "Chairman" in the future if she pretended not to see him now.
No one dared treat the command of a Blazing Sun powerhouse as mere wind in their