Twin-Faced Tower Izermar: What Is Beauty?

The speaker was an old woman who looked to be around seventy.

Her silver hair possessed the noble bearing of a wolf. She wore a fashionable green dress, her back ramrod straight and her presence imposing. Though time had carved deep lines into her face, it had done nothing to diminish her grace and beauty.

"And the Fourth Mage—if I remember correctly, my foolish disciple is here too, isn't she?"

She wore a meaningful smile, leisurely swirling the whiskey in her glass.

"Good day, Lord Barueretta. It is an honor to see you here."

Olga Marie instinctively became serious. Though the woman before her was merely an old lady in appearance, she was still a Lord standing at the pinnacle of the entire Clock Tower, a rather troublesome figure.

"Ha ha, it is the day of a branch family's division, after all. No matter how busy I am, I could not possibly stay away."

Lord Barueretta nodded faintly, gently laughing as she swirled her glass, then drained the whiskey in one gulp.

A homunculus attendant approached with a tray of filled glasses. She casually returned her empty glass, took another whiskey, and continued swirling it.

"Still, I had hoped Lady Sajo would attend the banquet. I heard Michael's child was born, and I am happy for him. After all, I simply adore children."

"The one who ought to go easy is you. Besides, that is something he should be worrying about. They are your sisters—an Aozaki Family matter."

"Oh my, what a pity."

You extended your left hand.

"That was presumptuous of me."

Suddenly, someone slowly walked over. He came to Lord Barueretta's side, and it was none other than Lord Byrn, who had received them earlier.

Olga Marie swept her gaze around, then casually sat down on the sofa