Why would Dormammu seek out an insignificant nobody like her?
Had he learned of her origins, or did he simply want to warn her because of her previous attempt to assassinate John?
Six hours later, that afternoon, inside Cronie City Hall, all kinds of thoughts kept surfacing in Sellviya's mind as she looked at the two Mage Soldiers leading the way.
Just as she was filled with doubts and anxiety, the two Mage Soldiers ahead slowly stopped. After the lead Mage Soldier knocked on the door and received permission from inside—
He proactively pulled open the office door and gestured for Sellviya to enter.
"Please, Acting Administrative Officer Sellviya. His Excellency the Marshal is waiting for you inside."
Looking at the wide-open door before her, Sellviya suspected that once she entered, she might lose her freedom.
But remembering the promise John had made to her, she forcibly suppressed the urge to flee. Taking a deep breath, she strode inside beneath the scrutinizing gazes of the two Mage Soldiers.
"Tap, tap!"
"Creak!"
The brown wooden door slowly closed. After passing through a long entryway lined with all sorts of books, Sellviya soon took in the room's simple, spacious interior.
It seemed to have been renovated. The original lavish Baroque décor had been completely removed, replaced by an extreme cold color scheme. White walls paired with black wooden flooring created an intense, oppressive contrast.
Aside from a massive conference table and its matching chairs, there were no other decorations in the room. It stood in stark contrast to the conventional classical style currently popular in Imperial meeting rooms.
Moreover, every window in the room was shut and concealed behind thick dark-red curtains, preventing even a sliver of outside light from entering. The old-looking crystal chandelier on the ceiling was the room's only