No. 111 Victory Avenue, main building conference hall.
The Silver Iris Family had always favored silver decorations. Everything in the rectangular conference hall was silver, every utensil forged from pure mithril! If those crazed mages and magic refiners ever saw a conference hall like this, they would surely stop at nothing to strip it bare.
Around a conference table twelve meters long and two meters wide, Ais Te, Ailuo Si, and several other men and women with deep silver or pale silver hair sat at ease. This enormous conference table was also cast from mithril; the pure mithril used to make it was enough to buy all the land in a fairly sizable duchy.
The atmosphere in the conference hall was taut, a cold, deathly stillness winding around everyone present.
Sharp glints flickered in Ais Te's silver eyes. Her fingers lightly tapped against the table, and tiny ice crystals spun and danced with each movement, ready at any moment to erupt into an ice-and-snow storm that would destroy everything.
Several middle-aged men and women sat to one side without uttering a word. All of them were watching Ailuo Si.
With her hair shrouded in a soft red firelight, her long tresses drifting without wind as great flares occasionally floated away from them, Ailuo Si smiled at Ais Te, who was surrounded by ice crystals. "My dear Ais Te, don't be so impulsive! Though our ancestor entrusted ten thousand Mithril Knights to your command, you can't act so recklessly!"
With a soft sigh, Ailuo Si said gently, "Do you still remember our family's ancestral precepts? And what the Hidden World Secret Charter is?"
Ais Te looked coldly at Ailuo Si. "Those things are outdated! This time, I am not acting on impulse. I merely..."
Ailuo Si cut her off. "Oh, all