The City Lord did not make Naimus wait long.
Soon, heavy footsteps sounded from not far away.
They were so heavy, like a giant stomping across the earth, as though whoever was coming could flip the entire palace into the air.
It felt as if what was approaching might not be a person at all, but a dragon or a mountain.
Yet the person who emerged from the passage leading out of the inner hall was not particularly tall.
She looked like an utterly ordinary person.
Neither pretty nor ugly, neither tall nor fat, neither short nor thin.
Her clothes were decent, but they were not lavish or glittering.
Overall, she looked like an ordinary woman with a bit of money.
Yet this ordinary woman was Silver City's strongest expert, and her authority was terrifying.
The moment she appeared, everyone who had been occupied with their own affairs immediately stopped what they were doing and rose to their feet, waiting for the City Lord to take her seat.
At that moment, the only person who had not stood up became rather conspicuous.
The City Lord's gaze immediately shifted over and landed on Naimus.
Ordinary as she had seemed before, she now carried an immense pressure that bore down like the roar of a dragon.
Yet all that pressure scattered away as a gentle breeze.
Only then did Naimus seem to react half a beat late and rise to his feet.
Not standing earlier had meant he would not bow his head. Standing after shattering her pressure was courtesy.
The next instant, the City Lord felt another kind of pressure.
It was as though she were being watched by something unfathomably deep.
That gaze was dark and profound, as though it had no end.
No one could comprehend what lay at