"Your Highness Fatro!"
In the dim room, an urgent voice rang out.
The woman was bowing before a massive crystal, speaking respectfully:
"As you predicted, the one blessed by the gods has appeared."
As her words fell, a faint glow of Magic Power slowly lit up the room.
The woman slightly raised her gaze and quietly glanced at the figure appearing within the crystal.
It was the upright back of a man standing with his hands behind him, silently staring at the map hanging in the room.
He seemed not to have heard the voice transmitted through the crystal, remaining focused on the map as if pondering something.
After a brief glance, the woman lowered her head again and waited quietly.
"So that's how it is... She really is still in Asiala?"
After an unknown amount of time, the woman heard a gentle, slightly hoarse voice.
She was startled and instinctively raised her head.
His waist-length blond hair was tied into a slender ponytail that swayed slightly as he turned around.
The person within the crystal finally slowly turned around.
What kind of face was that?
Delicate and flawless, with knife-carved features, as though it were the perfect masterpiece of God!
His finely sculpted features seemed perfect in every detail.
His dark green eyes glittered like gemstones, shining with dazzling radiance.
They were also like the eyes of an eagle hunting—deep and sharp.
Noble, cold...
In that instant, the woman hurriedly lowered her head and called out:
"Your Highness Fatro!"
Pressure!
Pressure from someone of a higher station!
It was just like when she had met His Majesty the Emperor!
At that moment, a bead of cold sweat slowly slid down the woman's face.
Was he angry?
The woman anxiously speculated, unable to understand why First Prince had suddenly