Chris had countless questions she wanted to ask A Ke.
But this was not a good time for conversation, because Liszt had already sent someone to summon Paris, captain of the Patrol Corps, to the Mage Tower. Today's main task was to resolve the aftereffects of Paris's Black Dragon Thrall condition.
"My lord, Dean Chris." Paris was still dressed as the gallant female mercenary she had always been—leather armor, a greatsword, and a ponytail.
Liszt introduced her. "This mage is A Ke Roydes Truth. She is my younger sister."
Paris was slightly surprised, then immediately greeted her. "Greetings, Lady A Ke Roydes." Her intuition told her that this mage's relationship with Liszt was unusual, but she was already Liszt's follower, and the ambiguous thoughts she had once harbored had long since settled at the bottom of her heart.
Her turbulent, wandering life in her youth had taught her to cherish the hard-won life she now possessed, so she knew how to put herself in the proper place.
A Ke studied Paris curiously without speaking. It was her first time seeing a Black Dragon Thrall, and she wanted to take a careful look at what state a human infected by a dragon's magic was actually in. Yet from the surface, Paris was no different from an ordinary person.
Three women ought to have made for a whole opera, but A Ke did not like talking, while Chris and Paris only had a so-so relationship, making the atmosphere rather heavy.
Liszt did not like this atmosphere and went straight to the point. "Paris, I called you here to deal with the hidden danger in your body. Here in Chris's laboratory today, A Ke and I will work together to remove the Light Dragon's magical erosion from you. You must cooperate closely."
"Ah,