Beneath the pitch-black night sky.
A special visitor arrived in Port Nyanzaru. When she stepped off a warship, the guards around her could not help stealing another look.
There was only one reason: she was simply too eye-catching.
Even the black cloak she wore over a loose, dark robe could not conceal her stunning figure. She was far more voluptuous and taller than most women, and even the burly guards looked short beside her. She exuded extraordinary allure even with her face hidden. Black silk gloves covered her fair hands, and the sliver of skin inadvertently exposed was as pale and soft as a baby's. Senior officials of Port Nyanzaru surrounded her, cautiously escorting her toward a residence in the city as though facing a formidable enemy.
"Stop staring!"
Patrol captain Kana smacked the fellow beside him, who was practically drooling. Even without seeing her face, the guards under his command seemed bewitched. He said coldly, "She's an honored guest headed for the inner city, not someone you lot can entertain fantasies about. And unless I'm mistaken, that woman is clearly a sorcerer. She's dangerous."
Kana was a veteran, and he had guessed the woman's class on instinct alone.
Only sorcerers possessed such extraordinary innate charisma. Even without a clear view of her face, her presence alone was enough to influence others.
The tall woman followed the officials.
She stood exceptionally tall, probably close to a hundred and eighty-five centimeters or more, making her particularly conspicuous as she walked. In her black, high-heeled riding boots, she towered half a head above most men. Her expression seemed casual, but an observant person could still detect a trace of nervousness. She appeared to be taking in everything in Port Nyanzaru idly, yet flickers of shock slipped through. Although she had already learned