"Your Excellency Anvis, here's the situation. Several guests came to me and brought information that may interest you."
Facing Anvis in the Crystal Ball, the Last Dragonborn immediately changed his attitude, becoming so respectful he was practically fawning.
"Is that so?"
Anvis nodded noncommittally and glanced at the surroundings near the Last Dragonborn.
At this moment, aside from the Blue Robe Mage, the other two Sixth Rank individuals had already stepped into the shadows in the basement corner, leaving the Crystal Ball's field of view.
Little Cat Tiramisu had also been released. At the Dragonborn's command, she obediently stood to one side as a decoration.
"Then, what does this guest who sought out my subordinate wish to do?"
Shifting his gaze to the mage behind the Last Dragonborn, Anvis spoke calmly.
"Pleased to meet you, Your Excellency Anvis. You may call me blue. My apologies for contacting you in this manner, but my status is humble, and meeting you through ordinary channels would have been truly difficult. I hope you will understand."
Seeing Anvis look his way, Oben, the blue-robed mage, stepped forward and spoke neither arrogantly nor humbly. Casually giving himself a codename, he asked, "I wonder whether the Olyvendi Family would be interested in the whereabouts of the legendary King Selection Sword?"
"The King Selection Sword?"
Looking at the mage on the other side of the Crystal Ball, Anvis raised an eyebrow slightly as he quickly recalled the information concerning that sword.
"Interesting. Go on."
His fingers lightly tapping the desktop, Anvis showed a hint of interest and gestured for the Blue Robe to continue.
"I believe you know that the true sword itself was taken away by a Mysterious Expert over a thousand years ago, and has remained lost ever since."
Oben nodded and briefly recounted what